The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1896-01-17
HIS LAST FOX HUNT
Communicated

communicated
Carroll County. Tennessee, q known
al over the country os o county filled
with men and women with rare intellect
nal attaiuments, unusual hospitality aud
inhexibIe honesty. The people OF this
county are also brave and even advent.
urous along certain lines.
In the southwest part Of the county
lived a farmer, whose son, a bright lad
Of seventeen warm and lengthy summers.
had inherited, cultivated, or otherwise
gained love for on, door sports. From
childhood ho chased the cato, shot the
chickens with his cross-bow, caused the
frogs 90 move their place az abode and
the lizards % flee on be captured
His childish amusement now grew old
and he had an eager desire 10 hunt wild
game Sogreat was bis desire tor hunt
ing, his father bought him a gun, which
to him was q thing Of beauty and q JOY
forever. The scorching summers sun
nor the winters chilling blasts could not
discourage theyoung hunter whena hunt
was anticipated, and he seldom returned
without baggng such game as the sur
rounding fields afforded.
After few years hunting such game
as the quail. the squirrel, tho rabbit and
coon, his ambitions were quickenCd, aud
a deshe 10 hunt larger game pressed
heavily upon his mind. Heat once pro
cured two fox hounds, which were his
daily companions. While picking cot.
ton in the autumn evening he planned
his hunts, enjoyed his expectations, and
waited with patience for the appointed
time. His dogs were soon trained and
he became an experienced fox hunter,
who delighted in Boosting Of his fast
dogs
Early one fall the young hunter plan
ned hunt, and waited with great expec-
tations for the time to arrive. At last
the sun in all his glory sank behind the
western horizon, the moon in all her
radience rose in the eastern sky, the
stars winked as if in love and the au
tumnal flowers perfumed every nook and
corner of the earth, the old owl hooted,
the uighthaWk screamed aud the time
had come for the hunt. IL ate supper,
took down his horn, and with the bravery
of a Norwegian hero and the dignity OF
a Cicilian dude, blew an inviting blast
and AL were off for the hunt
He was soon in the region where Rey-
nard was supposed to reside and bis dog,
In search of the feet-footed auimal. he
dogs were constantly encouraged 10y
their master, who waited patiently tC
hear the vocal chords of his hounds an
nounce the finding Of Reynard's trail
The silyery moon was now high and the
stiffness OF night was only broken by tht
hooting owl and the screaming night
hawk.
At this hour the hunter had almos
lost hope Of luck and was nearly read,
to give up in dispair, when, to his de
light, the leader, far down in a dens,
woodland, gave a yelp which was soor
followed by another, and in a few mo
ments the chase was certain. The trai
was followed only a short while, whei
the dogs came to a stand. The hunte
ran toward the spot, but when near tn,
place some enormous beast jumped from
a tree and ran of, holly pursued by tin
dogs.
At this iuncture the brave boy discov
cred that his hat did not fit, that hi
heart was beating little fast, aud h
had a strong desire to see father, mother
and the little ones at home, so he tool
to his heels. He reached home, told hi
story, secured the services of his father
brother, the hired servants a gun an a
and other war materials. With courag
they returned to capture the prize. En-
couraging the dogs they ventured close
and closer, until they recognized
neighbor's black sheep The dogs wer
dubbed of, and they went home. Tn
boy gave his dogs away, educated hin
self and is now q fine business man,
PENNY WNKLE.