The morning times., 1897-03-07

''Go not too far, Brindle When you hear
hounds running through the fields from the
river, come to the big poplat There you
! Will find me and the White Grunter''
I'm here. Son Of Ben Ali. and here stay.
An night have fed on the sprouts of the
young cane, and once l wadcd too far in the
quagmire. I'm tired. III lie here and
chew my cud. Bat 10 yoke, sen OF Ben Ali,
and no cart. > Whereupon old Brindle made
himself comfortable by lying down, che wing
his cud between short pauses
Meanwhile Mr.. Jim Simmons and the two
Gossetts, father and son, who had started
to hunt Aaron with the track dogs, were
galloping across the country in some
what puzzled frame Of mind when Mr.
Simmons gave one short blast on his horn,
to warn his dogs that 4 hunuwas on theprO-
gram, the three men rode along tie planta-
tion path toward the Abercrombie place
Now, Colonel remarked Mr Simmons,
as they started out, Il want you to keep
your eyes on that red dog. ltl be worth
your WHILE
rs that Sound?' George GoSsett asked.
We'll, sometimes cali him Sound on ac-
count Of his voice, and sometimes l can him
Sandy on account Of his color, but fust YOU
watch his motions" Pride was in the
tone Of Mr.. simmons voice.
The dog was trUtting inthe path ahead OF
the horses. Suddenly lie put his nose TO
the round and seemed to he SO delighted at
what he found there that his tail began to
wag. He lifted his head and ran along the
path for fifty yards or more. Then lie put
his rose to the g1ound again, and kept it
there is he cantered along the narrow tail
Then he began 30 trot, and, finally, with
something Of sHoTt, TUNED and ran back
the way he lad come. He had not given
voice to so muck as whimper.
'Ton't he open on track" asked George
Gossett.
Hell cry loud enough and long enough
when he gets Down to business" Mr. Sim
mons explained. Just you keep your eyes
on him.
Fiddle sticks. He's tracking u.s. ex-
claimed Mr.. Gossett contemptuously
But, Colonel, if he is, I'm willing to
take him out and kin him, and as he
stands, | would not take no mans hun
dred dollars for him. I'll see what he's up
to-" Suiting the action to the word. Mr.
Simmons turned his horse's head and GAL
loped after Sound, who was now moving
rapidly, followed by all the expectant dogs.
Nothing was left for the two Gossetts to
do hut TO follow Mr.. Simmons, though the
elder plainly showed his indignation not
only by his actions, but by the use of
few words that are either too choice or
too emphatic to be found in school die
tionary. Sound ran to the Doint where
Aaron and the woman had stopped he
followed the woman's scent to her cabin.
but this not proving satisfactory he turned
and came back to where the two had stood
There he picked up Aaron's scent, worked
around in small circle, and then, with
loud, wailing cry, as if he had been
hit with cudgel, he was off, the rest
of the dogs joining in, their cries making
musical chorus that fell on the ear
with lusty, pleasing twang as it echoed
through the woods.
Walt said Mr.. GosSett, as Mr. Sim
mons made a movement to follow the dogs.
This is FOOLS errand you are starting
on The niger were after wouldn't come
in mile OF this place. It's one of the
Spiyey niggers the dogs are tracking Or
one of the Ward niggers. I'm too old to
go galloping about the country just to see
your dogs run. George, you can go if you
want to, hut I'd advise you to go in the
house and go to bed. That's what I'll do
Simmons, if you catch the right nigger
well and good. If thought the dogs were
onhis track L d ride behind them thebalance
of the week. But it's out of reason. we
know where the niger goes, and the dogs
haven'tbeen there"
''Tll risk all that, Colonel If we don't
come up with the niger, why it costs
nobody nothing remarked Mr.. Simmons.
"fll go along and see the fun, pap" said
George.
We'll, be back by dinner time I want
you to do something for me-
MFR. Gossett called a negro and had his
horse taken, while George and Mr.. Sim
mons galloped after the hounds, which
were now going out Of the woods into the
old, wornout fields beyond. AS Mr. Sim
mons put it, they were running pretty
smooth They were not going as swiftly
as the modern hounds go, but they were
going rapidly enough to give the horses as
much work as they wanted to do.
The hounds were really after Aaron. Mr..
Simmons suspected it, but he didn't know
it,. He was simply taking the chances.