The Greenville times. [volume] (Greenville, Miss.) 1868-1917, 1899-08-26

pprycEs OF PLEASURE: You are
ner nv own heart, Next to my
~ children, | love my horses and
peyt to the fiddle and the bow, |
80 Guns and my fishing rods; and
ii associations except those of
nrefer your society. There is
!, like the music OF the chase;
1 no excitement equal to it.
tho wild deer springs from shady
~ tangled covert and the eager
onen in full cry, you take the
a,ern and tremble on the stand
nan Of the mountains. You hear
ts;c rise and fall and fall and rise
hollow to hill and from hill to
like the Ginning of distant
londer and louder it rises, nearer
elrer it comes; you turn pale and
from head TO foot; your pulse
% hundred and twenty minute;
hear the quick rustling of leaves a
reds yards away; you catch
n.s Of something bounding by you
rubber ball; you jump around
chicken with its head cut off; your
4 take the palsy, and you pull the
~ and shoot hole in the sky. The
,;,g hounds 90 sweeping by you
4 vhirlwind; you wipe the beads of
from your brow, and lie down
l. the shade trees to "cuss' and
Then you hear the crack Of a
chester half a mile down the hol-
the music suddenly bushes; you
and run; you hear the exuItant yell
i bur companion, and there is veni-
IN camp for supper, and smoking
supper, and lies, and explana-
and excuses; and then there is
Il full Of dreams and nightmares
&yisons Of vanishing deer all night
IN the deer hunt is rapidly becom-
thing of the past in almost every
Ion of America. We have been no
> merciful to the gamest game Of
forest than to the poor Indian; they
4 gone together to the happy hunt
ground" 1t is pity that our law
Hers have so completely and uni
l ally neglected to give us wholesome
1 for the protection of our game. In
r eagerness to protect the cities
towns, they have forgotten the
htrv. both man and beast; and they
continue to forget. Our great
sts are disappearing with the In
| and the deer. If our statesmen
lid give more attention to the pro-
lion of timber and game, and less to
|upbuilding of privileged classes and
cultivation of trusts, our people
BID have more health, wealth and
lpiness
but there is one sly old individual of
forest and field which still lives in
Ie Of the politicians, the world, the
D and the devil; and he is the ire
Ssible and unextinguishable fox,
B still continues to dress in his red
form. aud who still delights to play
In major for our yelping hounds and
US, Did you never rise from your
S at the break Of day, when the frost
on the pumpkin and the air was
p and cool; and did you never mount
II prancing horse and sound your
tiers horn and listen to your howl
and whining hounds as they gath
d around you, anxious to join in the
rious jubilee; and did you never hear
sound Of other horns in the distance,
lmOning you to the meeting place
vn at the end of the lane by the
ring woods? OF course you have,
you galloped away with joy; and
when the morning was hanging
banners of purple and gold on the
=, and the forest was throbbing
ute Of welcome to her; just as the
world was waking with laughter
song, old Drum" and Fife"
ned on the point of the hill just
we you, "Bugle" gave a few quick
shrill yelps, and the bounds hud-
! and struck the trail. Old from
e' led off with solo, Queen
med in with her E fat cornet, old
1850 Numbered an accompanying
St and all the band began to play.
'auty" laughed with her piccolo;
'ort' and "Speck" blew the tenor
rs; Blue" and BLACK" and Tan
yed the alto; and there were flutes,
fddles, and flageolets, and trl-
les, and tambourines, and linking
lbals galore. There were tluttering
rts and quivering leaves, and the
fairly shook with the chorus
willy fox circled and swung round
ridges, and the music circled and
ing close at his heels. Joy was I'M
hned, and the flying melody filled
air like the incense of wild flowers.
echo caught up the strain and
'ed it round from cliff to cliff, until
beams of the rising sun danced IN
tree tops and swung corners with
shadows below. At ten O'Clock
e was a fox skin hanging in your
D. you were eating breakfast at
le' and your tired hounds were pant
IN the kennel.
neither it be hunting the deer, or
sing the fox, or shooting out the
Oh the squirrel on the highest limb
'he tallest tree, or counting the
eys inthe fields, or flirting with the
IN the streams, the life of the sport
is glorious. Nature reveals her
rms to him, and he learns to love
more and more for her kindness
ner beauty. His memory is not an
ulngy garnet full of cobwebs; it is
,nunent eter fresh and green with
escapes skirted with cooling woods
rayersed with sparkling streams
Is not forever moaning and groan-
over skeleton in his his closet;
> shouting after live meat in the