The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1878-03-13

saw. One small head can never carry
all lac knows twenty years longer. Cousin
! Annie and Button were close behind
us. Onr at time the pedestrians came
struggling M, painting perSpiring "A poet
would say, rosy as "a rosr-rcd garden of
Girl- were they and the Precipitation was
decidedly DEW"
| In THIS gap We lett our horses and We
hic'es, and following the gradual ascent
of the ridge upon our le't, commenced
explorations. Ii was a high. wild world
up there, Of narrow wooded riiseway
falling stccply on either hand into deep
dark, lonesome hol!ows, where squirrels
barked all day long. where red-heaici
wood peckers-murderer with bloody
caps-tlew low With dcmoniac chuckiing
laughter from tree to tree. and tap. tap,
tapped Tor fresh victims, while shv phers-
ants with their lonely drumming, boom
boom, added 10 the lonesomeness The
ridge widcnei as it assembled, until it,
ended in lofty plateau, whose southern
aud western sides dropped away in sheer
prccipes o: gray lime stone At the foot
of these there were caves and cliffs where
buzzsrds had their breeding places, foxes
found inaccessible holes, and less cunning
marauders lay in hiding Curious as
Eve, we scrambled down steep path
and peepe1 into many cleft and Granny,
foul with bleaching bones aud evil odor.
which told OF ghou'i-h fcts,s. then scram-
bled up again, and from the lony buttreSs
looked out over far stretch Of hill and
valley, the winding river between, with
dots of peaceful homes and low spread
Tag orchards shining through the haze
Of tender blue, aud just below Us. like a
picture from the old world. lay the mon
astery and it's goodly stealing. 1t was
beautiful as a drram-we long to dream
again that lovely living landscape.
Listen, listen, don't YOU hear the
hounds rurning2' That was the
Squire's halo. They've got up a fox
sure
IL was the Deacon who broke the spell
OF beauty Iremhlius in our soui-. All
the landscapes in the world we're NJ
nothing TO him in comparison with fox
chase.
There. that WAS Jack Mays halo
sure! Aud hear Old Crazy opening
There's fox about when she speaks, |
tell YOU Lis,en! that's Badly lie
leads the pack always, and he. iead-sure
on fox>,raii! There heard old
Dram They've got fox up sure
Drum never fails. He's generally ban.
dred yards 9r 50 behind, but You can't
fool him! Come up here, all OF you, he
may come this way, Keep quiet. Don't
say word.
Only think OF five women being told
not To say a word There we sat listen.
ing TO the cry ofIhr pack echoing from
dozen hillsidee all through those dsma
holiows. Now it circles round Us. uow
nearer, nearer, then rirclng again, away,
then doubling back, closer come the
ringing echoes, almost at our very feet
they seem, close under the huItress
"Look outV said the Deacon under
his breath, from where he stood with
his gun TO bis shoulder Il
Look look! Yonder he comes r.
said Cousin Minnie.
Look. brotheri' said Mrs K.
Somebody Kissed
"HuSh-s-s-s -
And there, coming directly to us was
red tox, painting. with hanging tongue,
galoping slowly, as-if wearicd out, aud
not twenty steps behind him came
Badly" sure enough.
The fox passed within few feet of
where we sat. Just after he passed, the
Deacon pulled trigger. At the report OF
his gun the fox sprang up with a squall,
fell back, and before the last quiver was
over Badly" has seized him. odd
Crazy" WAS not far behind, and George"
and Lucy" Hawk" aud Spark" reeed
in on respectable time, all half dead with
fatigue, thirst and heat. About the lime
we got "Ihe crust off for Mrs. X, "Old
Drum" the never failing, put in an APP
pearance, when, with hards full of ferns
and roses, curious rocks and rare goods, |
we adjourned to the wagons for dinner.
We made coffee from the demUohn,
and spread the table-cloth on the ground
THE Squire" and Jack" dined with
us, but each had to eat with one hand
in the other a six-loot hickory did duty
keeping those iamished hounds from de-
vOuring our repast.
Think you we had no jest-, no fun
no laughter over that dinner? Ask the |
pines around. and the still. black tarn.
ted by some hidden spring lying in inky
shadow far down the steep hillside below
US
Where the Squire breaks bread, there's
fun. Where the Squire sips wine there
are stories and laughter We came
home after supper laughing still under
the starlight.
LEBANON, Feb II, 1878.
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