The Press., 1892-12-01
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 Hams white teeth and genteel man. ners appeared at once. He grinned and whispered thanks.
 .Is that all we can do" asked the baronet, as we walked off.
 "Yes," said Brent. 'sTrust him to gnaw himself free with that Connecticut rat tail"
 "Ham against Japhet; hope he'll win"
 s.What horse beyond all horses yours isl" said Biddulph to me next morning. as we rode along cheerily through the fresh, frosty air of December. l think, when your continent gets to it's finality in horsedesh, you will beat our island.
 ssThink what training such trip is! This comrade of mine has come two thousand miles with me-big thought. ehi-and he freshens up with the ozone of this morning as if he had been in the stable week, champing asphodeL"
 Fulano felt my commendation He became electrified. He stirred nnder me. gave him rein. He shook him self out and began to recite his S;coin- plishments.
 He doubled his legs under h1m and went off in high, jerky leaps, twice his length every one.
 He numbered along, shoulders low, head handled like battering ram and tail stiff out like steering oar.
 And he shambled forward in loose iointed canter, looking back furtively like thief, sorry he didn't stop to steal the other goose, but expecting Stop thief! every minute.
 The day, after the crisp frostiness of its beginning, was belated day of In dian summer; mild as the golden morn ings of that calm, luxurious time. We stopped to noon in 8 sunny spot of open pasture near wide muddy slough of the Missouri.
 We camped by fallen, cottonwood near the slough. The atmosphere was hopeful. We picknicked merrily, men and beasts 'sThree gentlemen at once' over chicken soon dissipated this and it's trimmings. We lighted the tranquil calumet and lounged. watching our horses at their corn.
 Presently we began to fancy we heard, then to think we heard, at last to be sure we heard the paying of hounds through the mild, golden air.
 .Tally-hor cried Biddulph, "what a day for fox hunt! This haze will make the scent lie almost as we'll as the clouds"
 stMusic! Musicr cried he again, spring ing up, as the sound, increasing. rose and fell along the peaceful air that lay on earth so lovingly.
 Music, if itswere in Merrie England, where the hunt are gentlemen. A cursed uproar here, where the hunt are man stealers, said Brent. ..,,. ..
 'No, said Biddulph. "Those are fables of the old, barbarous days of the Maroons. I can't believe in dogs after men until l see it.'
 'sTm afraid it's our friend Ham they are after This would be his line of es- cape"
 At the word, a rustling in the bushes along the slough, and Ham burst through. He turned to run. We shouted. He knew us and flung himself, lvid with terror and painting with flight, on the ground at our feet-the poplar niggerl'
 'tOh, massa!" he gasped. "Dey's gone sot the dogs on me. Whatll do?'
 "Can you swim" said I-for to me he was kneeling.
 ''No, massa; or I'd been across this yer sloo fore dis"
 "Can you rider"
 "Reck'n n I kin, massa."
 A oG ho- %l,o
 The black shook with terror.
 sprang to Fulano. "Work for you. old boyr' said to him, as flung the snaffle over his head.
 ssHere, Ham, up with youl Put across the slough. He swims like an alligator. Then make for the north star, and leave the horse for MT. Richard Wade, at the Fremont House, Chicago. Treat him like 8 brother, Ham!'
 ''Lor press you, massa! will dat"
 He vaulted up.
 water magnifcently.
 The paying came closer, closer on his trail. E
 Two thirds across.
 The baying ceased. The whole pack drew long vail.
 "They see him." said Biddulph.
 Almost across! A dozen more plunges. Fulano!
 A crowd of armed men on horseback dashed up to the bank two hundred yards above us. It was open where they halted They could not see us among the bushes on the edge of the slough.
 One of them pointed his rife quick