The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1886-10-07
BILL NYE.
He Wants "a Good, Durable Wild Fox, To
BE Used for Hunting ON His Premises


He Wants a Good, Durable wild Fox, to
BE Used for Hunting ON His Premises.
Could you inform constant reader
of your valuable paper where he would
be most likely to obtain a good, dur
able wild fox which could be used for
hunting purposes on my premises? L
desire fox that is good roadster and
get not too bloodthirsty. If / could
secure one that would not bite it would
tickle me most to death.
You know, perhaps, that / am of
English origin. Some of the best and
bluest blood of the Oldest and most
decrepit families i'll England flows in
my veins There is no better blood
extant. We love the exhilarating sports
of our ancestors, and nothing thrills us
through and through like the free
chase across country behind the flee
ing fox. ,Ioyously we gallop over the
sward behind the yelping pack, as we
clearly scent high, low, jack, and the
game.
My ancestors are naughty English
people from Piscataquis County, Maine.
L or centuries our rich, warm, red blood
has been mellowed by the elderberry
wine and huckleberry juice of Moose
head Lake; but now and then it will
assert itself and mantle in the broad
and indestructible cheek of our race.
Ever and anon in our family you will
notice the slender, triangular chest,
the broad and naughty sweep of abdo-
men, and the high, intellectual expanse
of pelvic bones, which denote the
true Englshman; proud, high spirited,
| soaked full of calm disdain, wearing
checked pantaloons and a soft, fabby
tourists hat that has a bow at both
| ends, so that a man cannot get too
drunk to put it on his head straight.
l know that here in democratic
America, where every man has to earn
his living or marry rich, people will
scorn my highborn love of the fox
chase, and speak in sighting manner
of my wild, wild yearn for the rush and
scamper of the hunt BY Jove, but it
is JOY indeed to gallop over the sward,
and the cover, and the open land, the
meet and the cucumber vines of the
| plebeian farmer, to run over the wife of
the peasant and tramp her low, coarse
children into the rich mold, to sick"
the hounds upon the rude rustic as he
paris greens his potatoes, TO pry open
the jaws of the pack and return to the
open-eyed peasant the quivering seat of
his pantaloons, returning it to him not
because it is lacking in merit, but be-
cause it is not available.
All, how the pulses thrill as we bound
over the lea, out across the void, anon
skimming the outskirts of the moor
and going home with stellated frac-
ture of the dura mater, through which
the gas is gently escaping.
Let others rave over the dreamy
waltz and the false joys of the skating
rink; but give me the maddening yelp
of the pack in fu cry as it chases the
speckled two-year-old of the low born
rustic across the open and into the
pound.
Let others sing of the zephyrs that
fan the white sails of their swift flying
yacht; but give me wild gallop at the
tail of very high-priced hounds and six
weeks at the hospital with fractured
rib and / am proud and happy. All
our family are that way We do not
care for industry for itself alone. We
are too proud ever to become slaves to
habits of industry. We can labor, or
we can let it alone.
This shows our superiority as a race.
We have been that way for hundreds
of years We could work in order to
be sociable, but we would not allow it
10 sap the foundations of our whole
being.
L write, therefore, to learn, if pos
sible, where can get good red or
gray fox that will come home nights.
l had fox last season for hunting
| 1,r1k ha cr,xy
ton. He was constantly getting into
the pound. l do not want an animal
of that kind. L want one that l shall
always know where | can put my hand
upon him when l want to hunt
Nothing can be more annoying than
to be compelled to go to the pound and
redeem fox, when party is mounted
and waiting to hunt him.
do not care to vouch for the gait
of a fox, whether he lopes, trots, or
PAGES, so that his feet are sound and
wind good. L bought light-red fox
two years ago that had given perfect
satisfaction the previous year, but when
we got ready to hunt him he went
lame in the off hind foot and rawled
under hen house back of my estate,
where he remained till the hunt was
over.
What / want is young, fealess fox
of the dark-red or iron-gray variety,
that can depend upon as good road
ster; one that will come ard eat out of
my hand and yearn to be loved.
L would like, also, q tall red horse
with sawed-off tail; one that can
| Jump q barbed wire fence without
missing it MP with fragments of his
rider Any one who may have such
horse or pipess fox will do well to
communicate with me in person or by
letter, inclosing references. / may be
found during the summer months on
my estate, spread out under tree, en-
gagged in thought.
T.. FITZwILLIAM NYE.