Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1889-11-23

TWO ARE DOWN AND TWO HAVE REFUSED.
There is Miss NJ, with her usual con-
tingent OF admirers, who hang on her every
word and smile. She is as pretty and natty
as ever; and well she manages that fidgety,
dapple brown, who persists in trying to put
forefoot into one Of his mistress admirers
pockets.
Here come tho Oak Farm crew, better
known in the hunt as "The Oak Cubs" Eve
Jolly young fellows, who live with Mr.. s.
at the Oak farm, presumably to learn the
science and practice of farming. But, as
they usually hunt four days a week, and
shoot two, we fear their knowledge Of agri-
culture must be rather limited. They are
well mounted. Several are riding clean bred
horses that appear hardly up to their weight
"Houndsl Hounds, gentlemen, please"
The master has given the signal to move OIL.
The first "whip' takes the lead, and trots
through the crowd, who give way on either
side and make clear passage for the tri-
colored beauties.
They are going to draw Tinker's Holt first
rather an unlikely place for find, as we
killed a cub there some three weeks ago; but
it is close at hand, on our way to the "draw"
of the morning, Swimmers plantation, and
might possibly hold a fox. We go at that
odd jogging pace, faster than walk, yet
with the moving pack must adopt.
The whips" scurry OF to their points Of
vantage. A minute or two the expectant,
well trained hounds stand, their muscles
twitching and tails waving, waiting the sig
nal from their master. Then "Lieu in,
beauties! Lieu in, therel" With rush they
are over tho fence and busy at their work.
"Yoi, wind himl Yoi, push him upr' the
master cheers. "Yoi overI Yoi. rouse him!"
Every one is on the tiptoo Of excitement, ask
ing, "Will they fndp
Ahl what's thatl A single note rings
through the covert. 1t is joined by three or
four others. "They've foundl They've
foundl" Some Of the riders start of madly-
they know not why or where, but they must
bo moving Tho hounds voice. are still
sounding, but somehow or other they don't
sound right. People are asking each other,
make for Only the old hands sit still and
say nothing. All! just as we expected. A
volley Of whip crackA Two painful yels.
"War' harel war haFe!" "Ahi Destipy!n
"War' hare. Doubtful" The new entry d
still hardly safe where toothsome "puss"
abounds
'Tootl loot" goes the masters horn
"Come on away Come on away shout the
"whips." It's blank Now for Swimmers
plantation jog! Jogl jog! Again the
crowd moves on.
Now we have reached Swimmers planta-
tion. Again the ''whips" hurry of at full
gallop 10 their appointed places. "Lieu in
there Lieu inln The mass Of covert Is alive.
Sometimes a white stern shows for q second.
.'Yoi, push him upi Yoi rouse himp Men
look to their girths "Yoi, wind him! Yoi,
push him upln Ali Listen Listen, in
deed; for that long drawn, beautiful note
cas- belong to none other than Challenger,
VIII sse voice is death. "Hark to Challenger
Another dog owns the scent; another and
another join in What q crash OF musicl
How the air seems to vibrats with the sound,
as 1t echoes through the woodI
t"Yo-o-oil Yo-o-o-i! Gone awayl Gone
away" The second whip has viewed him as
be breaks for the open. "Yoo-o4l For-r-
I-Ald away" With a clatter and rush the
''feldn make for the halloo. Hats fly of;
horses bolt, but to stop Is impossible. "For-r-
r-ardl For-r-rardIn Is the cry.
The hounds are out Of covert; swarming,
tumbling, leaping out they come, and on
they fly Ere the first horseman has leaped
the hedge aud dropped into the Asld,
tbsougb which ths gallant fox has uads bil