The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-05-28

middle winds. This strange dog
should like to carry there if he has
strength enough; once there, I'll bid
him goodbye
You'll be surprised if he tells you
howdy," suggested Aaron.
so would you, Son of Ben Ali
No; you're wrong; it would be no
surprise to me- Aaron replied. You
have won many race; you have
broken down many pack of hounds;
but you are not as young as you were.
And something tells me that if you
were in your prime, this hound would
outfoot you. l know what 1 know
And 1 know what 1 can do, Son of
Ben Ali; and I'll show you when the
time comes. I'll give this hound a
warm scent, and I'll cut out for him a
journey he'll long remember
This thing of remembering, said
Aaron, depends on whether you are
well enough to remember L hope
you'll be well enough for that when
the race is over"
Don't worry about me, Son of Ben
Ali. Many things l know we're taught
me by you; many 1 learned myself. 1
have been putting them all together
until now l want to see what the
strange hound will make of them
We'll, so long," said Aaron. You
are warned; that is enough. Go to your
rabbit before he is cold, and I'll go
10 my work.
Old Scar-Face disappeared in the
tunnel, and Aaron and the children
went home.
why did you warn him?" Buster
John asked, when they were out of the
sedge field.
.'Old times-old times" replied Aaron.
When he was puppy doctored him.
and he used TO trot after me in the
woods. Now my minds easy. If he
is caught, well; if he amt, good. He's
outrun hounds so long that he's got it
in his head that none can catch him.
That's his business"
Il don't like his looks" said Sweet
est Susan after awhile.
'Ner me needer." Drusilla exclaimed.
He look too much like folks when he
helt his head on one side an grin. He
look mighty umble-co tumble, when
he wuz settin' dar hanging his head
down. an talkin' bout how he gwine
do. You see how he ketcht dat rabbit,
twas des like snappin' you fingers.
Dat creetur sho has got de or Boy in
i'm. l hope dey'll ketch i'm"
Buster John said nothing He was
wondering how he could manage to get
permission to go on the hunt that had
been arranged for. At last he asked
Aaron's advice.
Ride behind some of en- Aaron re-
piled.
Fountain or Johnny Bapter can take
lone of the carriage horses Buster
John suggested. Aaron nodded his
head, and the youngster made up his
mind to go with the hunters, unless
everybody in the house shut their ears
to his pleadings.
Now, Sweetest Susan, who knew that
she could not go in any event, was very
anxious for her brother to see the hunt,
and if her reason was partly a selfish
one, it was no different in that respect
from the reasons of a great many
grown persons. She wanted TO hear
all about the chase, and she knew that
Buster John could tell her about il
better than anyone else. This was the
selfish part. On the other hand, she
also wanted Buster John to go because
his desire was so keen He had never
seen a fox hunt and he was getting
quite old enough, in Sweetest Susan's
opinion, to share in some of the amuse-
ments of his elders. True. foX-hunting
is a rough sport when 1t is carried out
with energy, but Buster John didn't
have to break his neck riding across
bitches and gullies, and jumping
fences. He could ride behind Fountain
or Johnny Bapter, or on one of the
fat and sober carriage horses. Sweet
est Susan had heard her grandfather
say many times that with good dogs,
and a hot drag, a foX-hunter needn't
ride very far nor very fast to see
pretty much all that was to be seen of
a fox hunt. She didn't remember just
these words, but she knew what her