Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1897-08-12
["Doctor" In The American Field
A Little Rabbit Hunt.

sword, but a modern gun, nitro pow
der and pack of hounds can beat it,
hands down How would you like
few hours behind the little fellows
after 'Bre'r Rabbit P"
Doctor, l thank you very much for
the invitation l need an airing.
"Well, call in the morning, at six
o'clock sharp, and take a cup Of stag
coffee with me; team will be ready
and we are off. "
"By the way, Doctor, where will we
go?"
"For a nice, quiet hunt, l suggest
Fink's pines; We are always welcome,
and it is worth the trip to see Fink
smile"
anyone else going"
% always goes; and, Mr.. Editor,
keep your eye on him he is shooting
fast gait"
"How about shells, Doctor
That's easy have bushels of EN-,
and will be glad to supply yon.
Thanks, I will be on time in the
morning, and he was Q-was few
minutes late, as usual.
After hearty breakfast, the hounds
were coupled, placed in the trap and
we were off. A drive of thirty min
utes over smooth pike, and we were
at Fink's pines, the guns were taken
from their cases, the eager, noisy
hounds were uncoupled and the hunt
was on.
"Ow-wowwow
"What was that awful noise, Doc
tor ?"
"That was Judge on cold trail.
What does he say on warm one?
"He-There He has one going;
Dan with the flute note and Tim, the
screamer, have joined him; now, Mr..
Editor, stand where they. bounced him
and he is your meat, sure. (That Is,
If he escapes Q-.)'
Over the cliffs, along the river,
tack, and around they came, the notes
of the merry little hounds sounding
like fife and flute on the keen Novem-
Der air another tack, then bee-ine
for the editor.
Pop"
Halo, Mr.. Editor, what did you
do to him p
"I got him. But wait a moment,
Doctor, what kind of stuff did you put
in my shells? The report was so slight,
no recoil and no smoke, that thought
at first it was a misfre and the rabbit
died because he knew was dead
sure shot"
"Mr. Editor, those shells are loaded
with Z. C. powder" ="
"What does Z. c. stand for p
Editors Choice; all the best edi-
tors use it.
THAT may be, Doctor, but it stands
for Effective Compound, also"
Look out, Mr.. Editor, the hounds
are off he will cross on your left.
Didn't see him? Stand still, they will
bring him around"
There is plenty of moisture, the dogs
are thoroughly broken and the cream
of the pack. Across the hollow they
went to Van8ant's thicket. Oh, my
has he gone to earth? All only
tack, and the pack in full cry, headed
for dark hollow one-fourth of mile
away. What race Tackled again,
at last, back toward the starting point,
with Dams flute notes in the lead.
"Now, Mr.. Editor, be is coming my
wav Watch me bowl him over
"Bang y
"Did you get him, Doctor ?"
"Get him That was Q-'s gun.
That rabbit committed suicide. DIR.
Editor, once more I say keep an eye
ont for O., he's got it in for US.
Good gracious the whole pack must
have walked into bevy of them, for
away they go, straight for Fink's gar
den, around the house, then break
for the river cliffs.
"Mr Editor, you are in luck keep
your best eye out =
Bang"
"Mr. Editor, O. is still around ;
he saved you a shell.
So the sport continued until noon,
when the hunt was declared off, the
hounds were horned in, coupled, and
a start was made for the trap, one
| fourth of mile away.
Come, Mr.. Editor, step along; you
seem groggy"
Doctor, you see the FIVE rabbits in
my coat, at twenty pounds each, make
an even hundred a big load | only
kill large ones"
"Well, Mr.. Editor, am sorry to say
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