The morning times., 1896-03-25
QNgED TO INTEREST THE HOMIE
MISS WILBUR AT THE MEET
She Views Drag Run With the Chevy Chase Dogs
and Comments on the Sport.

| fhey took the scent, and were off in a
pack to chase il up, and not what one
might suppose at first intimation.
| was imagining q poor little animal
striking across country, scurrying under
hedges and in bitches. | remember seeing
q fox or two in days agone-always in
, cage. Their long, busiiy tail, bright yellow
eyes, little sharp noses, and spry and
agile grace appealed TO me. Wen, and
this pack of hounds and group OF riders
were Off after poor little beastie or that
sort.
"Great sport this chasing fox must be-"
said j. "EXhilarating, thrilling, and all
that. eh?'
'oh, hut they amt chasing fox today,
you know volunteered the steward.
Not? What are they hunting:' l asked,
hopefully.
'Why. nothing. This is a drag run"
"A drag run-whatever are they drag
| ging? Not the poor fox, trust"',
"Now, see here" said my FRIEND 'ff
| you're guying, you know
I'm not" L replied, grayeiy.
well" and he seemed a trifle sorry,
they drag bag OF anisc seed.'
"Do they?"
yes. That is they send a man ahead a
half hour or so To place the scent, then
| the hounds get it ana follow it up as lively
| as though they were after fox"
AS 1T APPEARS.
And the men? DO they hunt the
! hounds?'
| Laughter. This came from all Of us.
| though we may not have all laughed at
| the same thing. The steward seemed to
like it, and we let Tim laugh, too.
How long VIII they all ride around?"
l asked.
"Oh, couple of hours
| "A kind OF canter for pleasant
! afternoOn?"
"Neyer-ovcr bitches, fences, hedges,
across fields and through the woods they'll
chase that anise seed bag as though It
| were a tiger or any old thing
| thought OF Nordau, and asked sadly
! IL it was always this cat chasing its tail
| business at Chevy Chase.
| No, indeed" said The steward. who
seemed jealous of the honor Of the sports
men Sometimes it's "A live hunt. Thurs
| day il will be a chase for a fox.
Well and / was honestly perplexed,
why don't they always chase f0x?'
There amt enough foxes, and lots OF
! times when they start out in dead earnest
! the huhtsmen can't beat up Il fox. Maybe
! they wont Thursday
"It must be discoura ging?'
"Ah," said my friend. 1.-THE rarer the
! fox the more precious the brush and
| naSque"
Now, if you please. what's that?"
!
! nlaSque is the head. It's great honor to
| win these"
DO ladies ride for these trophies?"
indeed they do, and they're often in
| at the death. DO you know what that
! means
| / assured him did As we talked in the
! grounds before the clubhouse | began TO
| feel The fever in my blood.
SPARK OF BARBARISM.
l gazed out across the rugged country
aud wanted 10 feel the plunge and vault
OF a good animal beneath me.
AT that moment we sped the hounds and
| hunters coming in. The beautiful white
and brown hounds came uu i'll string
! their heads close TO the ground, and
! stopped in a yelping pack in the polo
! grounds. The scarlei-coated riders came
| galloping in with laugh and shout. and the
| merry comInotiOn that cnsued was excuse
! enough for the most aimless OF runs.
1t was just 4.30 O'Clock. and the run
! appeared To have been "a very agreeable
one. The hunters dispersed shortly, not
stopping for dinner. aud the whipper-in got
| the dogs off to the kennels As we boarded
| the car for return TO town ! decided |
| liked meet of the hounds. and would hunt
| the fox myself some day.
| sIBYL WILBUR