The Houston daily post. [volume] (Houston, Tex.) 1886-1903, 1897-03-14
STORY or \ FOX.

Will red'e Il story winch nave read
A clever old fox lived IN the edge OF
wood near a town. He wouldn't have
been an Old fox If he hadn't laen c'ever.
for not far away was the house OF NE
ma9te- of the foNhounds who often ia
his hes. to catch the sly old fellow VINO
noachel upon his poultry. Many mar
,w escape Roynard remembered and hs
became very bold. He began 10 thlhh
that 10 dogs were Sarlc!ous enough to
'ai,h him, and 50 he was often careless
Sometimes he would even break cover
might have the fun Of running away from
the whole pack in full cry. liut one morn
ing he came 50 rear being caught mat
he malo M his mind never &c take IN
IL, cesslry + SKIS again. lie had been VS.
ting n farmydrd that was quite a wav
from his burrow. and when he came nome
hilcd up with earth. AT first Rrynafd
thought that 1t was done by The hNigfr
Who had lived IN the hole before Rcynari
drove II out, but soon he saw he marks
OF "A spade, and knew that 4 man hal
been there, While he was examining
the hurrow. suddenly he heard the cry
of the hounds and he knew that the hunt-
er was out and WAS after him. lie dropped
the fat hen he was carrying and trott II
| away from the dogs. meaning to SIP Guy
along Il it'll" ravine he knew OF. Hql no
sooner had he reached the edge OF mo
wood tn. II he heard man shout. Then
he knew he would have 10 run for l..
Away he shot, his long brush sweeping
tho grougl. The hounds came straight
after him. and he had to increase ms
speed Eut tired from tnt lpNN JNilii'Ns
he found thu hounds gaining upon him.
and saw that he would no, he abb" 70
reach the little raVinc in which ~ nnI
so often puzzled the keenest hounds. SIM
Il, ful speed he looked right and lrft aad
alw a thick row Of bushes on ono side
Turning sharply he ran towdrf them. Tor
ne knew there was a raiiway emtt u, i r,
to roach the further bank before the .oss.
Reynard made one long leap half way
down the bank and ~ that moment inc
f,.. ~ ezfppNitp N I'M. he s0ulIlA
cross the iruck Reynard after his close
shave made up his mind TO ma q nome
not quite so 7car the foxhounds TINS was
uuforiunate for the poor old rabbit whose
burruw EaYuarl stole when he took
now home. The huntsgnen often wondered
how tho fox got AWAY, but the dogs never
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\ WINTER STORM IN SANTA CRUZ.
written for the Happyhammers.
| Tho morning dawned in flaming red:
| Reaching tho blue sky overhead.
| 4 hun broken INTO long crimson bars.
| Like the red trail OF bloody Mars.
| Tho SUN came up, VITA Iurd glare.
FLASHED on the purple everywhere:
Ana swept a yellow glance aions
| The crimson bordered horizon.
| Louder and louder, through the day.
| Rose uhc dun thunder o. the nay.
| hat higher swept upon the shore
| And climbed the rocks with angry roar
| the SKY, now changed 10 weeping gray
| SNl,ng low its mauue DER the bay.
| Tho river that was but a brook
| Assumed u sullen. angry looki
| And laShsd the SAND from bank TO bahk,
| And sursed through willows tail and rank
Then swellr1 ana whrel in fieadlsh gice
| IN maddened race down TO the sea.
| And 50 the night came on apace,
| ] ho storm the winner IN the race.
| Al throu;.l the night, wllh drip and dash.
against thc door and window SASH:
| The morning came. The storm sun hurried
| It's fury ON a weeping weird.
Not like the North. who robes his bri &c
H. shim'ring garments by his SIDE:
l,ut dark and scdden, brown and bare.
! All wet and dripping everywhere,
TIE wiad came swet ping from the seas
And sighed ana modned among tho trees
| And fond ajrs v2y, SO Wild and iree
Down chimney throats in ghosuy giee.
sjnl through it AMI was heard the rain
ralrrng against he win r,,,,,N pa pane
Through driving clouds oil mist ana spray
From the ramp and roar of the hay.
And SO closed down another day
Al through the night with mlslI and
on dripping earth down poured the rain,
Tie wind came signing through the caves
Like a lonely child that -obs ana SrieVts
Then died away In weary wall
That's swept along by a maddened gaze.
Tho storm has lost It's furious might.
And quicts down by morning light.
The sun looks out on world serene
And maple trees in SHINING green
The signing breeze the rose caressed
And shook the rain from of her breast.
The birds sang out roundelay,
And shook from their bright wings the
spray,
That flashes out like Jewels rare
The storm IS pasi-the morning f1ir.
Each bending twig and blade and grass
Fash out like Jewels as Won pass.
1T by the first rays Of the sun
A gcm-crowncd land when storm Is done
Thus winter skies bend over me,
In Santa Cruz. beside the sea:
w. j. Stack.
Santa Cruz. Cal.