The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1886-09-03
WANTED A FOX.


WANTED A FOX.
The Owner Of the sIipperyelmhurst Estats,
Hudson, Wis., Dying for the Possession OF
d Good, Durable Hunting Beast.
Could you inform a constant reader
of your valuable paper where he would
! be most likely to obtain a good, dura-
BILE, wild fox which could be used for
hunting purposes on my premises? |
desire a fox that is a good roadster and
| yet not too bloOdthirsty. If could Sc
cure one that would not bite it would
| tickle me most to death.
You know, perhaps, that I am OF
English origin. Some of the best and
/ bluest blood of the oldest and most de-
crepit families in 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 fleeing fox,
joy5usly 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.
For 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 as
sert 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 abdomen, and
the high, intellectual expanse of pelvic
bone, which denotes the true English
man; proud, high spirited, soaked full
of calm disdain; wearing checked
pantaloOns, and soft, flabbv tourist S
hat that has bow at both ends, so that
a man can not get too drunk to put it
on his head straight.
| know that here in democratic Amer
| lea, where every man has to earn
his living or marry rich, people will
scOrn my high-born love of the fox
chase, and speak in a slightly 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
p.ebeian 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 a stellated fracture of
4 s.al, =
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 full cry as it chases the
speckleh 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 q wild gallop at the
tail of very high-priced hounds and six
weeks at the hospital with fractured
rib and l am proud and happy. All
our family are that way. We do not
care for industry for itself alone. We
are too proud to ever 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
to sap the foundations of our whole
system.
[ write therefore, to learn if possible
where 1 can get a good red or gray fox
that will come home nights. I had a
fox last season for hunting purposes,
but he did not give satisfaction. He
=
/ do not want an animal of that kind.
I want one that / shall always know
where l 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 a 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 his wind
good. / bought a light-red fox two
years ago that had given perfect salts
faction the previous year, but when we
got ready to hunt him he went lame in
the off hind foot and crawled under q
hen house back Of my estate, where he
remained till the hunt was over.
What l want is n young, fealess fox
of the dark-red or irOn-gray variety,
that can depend upon as a gOOd road
ster; one that will come and eat out of
my hand and yearn to be loved.
I would like, also, a tall red horse
with a sawed-of tail; one that can
Jump a barbed wire fence without
missing it up with fragments of his
rider. ANY one who may have such a
horse or pipless fox VIII do well to
communicate with me in person or by
1aftar iucT0siuC- 5.pfpvpOcpS NAV ne
found during the summer months on
my estate, spread out under a tree, en-
gagged in thought.-E. FitztCjLtjans Nye,
5,a PoeEo,2 E0oIe