Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1872-08-08

up ana down the gorden-paths as quiet
ly as the dew was falling. They hung
so low, I had only just to open my
mouth. Peaches, and apricots, and
nectarines, and greeneages were harder
to get at, but I got them for all that
and once squeezed into winery, and
just didn't walk into the green and
purple grapes
Cub-hunting scared mo little, but I
soon got to enjoy being chased. It was
such fun to know that the dogs was at
fault, and to hear Stole away shouted
ever so far behind. And then all those
big men and horses pounding away
like mad after little me! l didn't
think very much of them, but still, l
liked the red -coats thinking so much of
me. soon found out that of English
society. Except during the hunting
season, woe betide the man who me-
naced my life or my comfort! Ire
cru'tcd my energies during my long
vacation, but really I soon began to
long for the excitement of Y0icks
10ltyh0 Hark forward and all the
rest of it, once more. Little as was,
I could net my wits and Wind against
all those big creatures, ;and battle
them. Foxes are grateful to
fox-hunters for the fun they
give them, but they have not
very respectful opinion of their hun.
ters' intellect. Those dogs, too, that
such fuss is made about-Ringw wood,
Sweetlips, Jowler, and the whole bark.
ing of the pack They may give tongue,
but 1 could give them cheek. Why,
I've swum across river and then doub-
led back into it, and the hounds have
swum across within sight of me, poor
innocentsl
II was trapped once; but that was
only that I might be sent to a country
in which foxes were scarce. En- route
was left in a hamper at a London
wharf. OF course,as ] had the chance,
got out; and oh, what fun it was
All the clerks except one were cock.
neys; and they rushed up to their
country brother Tor protection. They
thought should cat them-thank you;
I've better taste. I>triet hard, though,
to bite the young man from the co1n-
try when be caught hold Of me by the
brush and the scruff of the neck, and
showed me back into my hamper.
" How many times have I been hunt
eda My dear boy, I cannot count. I
have tricked human, and what is far
more-though it isn't much, after all
canine sagacity, oftener than can tell.
The funniest hunt I can remember was
when ran up waterpipe, and got on
the leads Of Quaker's house. The
front door was open, and the hounds
swarmed all over and about the house,
except where I was, after me. The
good man demonstrated when he saw
his chairs knocked down; but the Mas.
ter of the Hounds answered-how I
laughed to myself Rubbish, my good
sir; we must get the fox He didn't
get me, however. Afterwards, I have
heard, the Master of the Hounds sent
tho worthy old Quaker note of apollo
81 and . fat turkey, to which this was
Friend. I thank thee for thy fat
turkey; but l would not have thee and
thy quadrupeds within my wallis again
nay, not for fifty fat turkeys"
'cAt last, however, I ran my last run;
and when I found that, try as might,
the dogs were constantly gaining on
me, I ceased to think fox.huntinR fun.
remember a grip and a worry, the
yelping of dogs, the flashing of whips;
and then I remember nothing, until /
came to myself-all that was left of
myself, the beginning and the end
to this old stable. And now
must vanish utterly, turn into dust, see
this green world no more, even with
dead eyes. All me! al, al"
In more vernacular language, I sang
out, ''Oh, Oh" as 1.-the cane stingin q
Is writhed itself round my shoulders.
because had gone to sleep over my
task. Rr0uARn Row.