The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1902-04-06

does themse'fs proud. singin' in twenty
neSs' iedchln from CROWS to yeIps, an,
from yeips to shril!est screams. they pushe,
uduhtiessiy on the fresh trail of their fyin.
but ferocious quarry. Now an then we get.
u squlnt of the panther as he skulks from
one copse to auutIer Jest ahead. Which
ne gcin like 4 arrer: no mistake, as for
US CheVy Chasers' We parallels the hunt.
an continyoos poundin' the Skinner trrn-
PIX abreast of the pack. an ever an anon
sivin' Il encouragin' shout as we briefly
sights our game.
Gents, says Colonel Green, as he re-
ireshes himself. it's needless to go oyer that
hunt in detail. We hustles the fyin. demon
iu!l eighteen miles: our faithful dogs crowd
III close an breathless at his coward
hocks. stlli. they don't catch I'D with MIN,
ne streahS 1t ike some saffron meteor
Only once does We approach Within
sIrnhln' distance: that's when he crosses az
oId Stafrord's whisky still. As he glides in.
TO View Crittenden shouts.
he goesr"
For mysef I'm prepared. I've got ons
u 'AeSe we're unhappy ~cap-an'-ball six
shooters that's built doorin' the war. an, r
shorely cuts that weepon loose, Tbt. yar.
gun seems a born proiligate of lead that a.
way Tor the six chambers goes off at oncs.
men you should have seen the Cbe,y,s
Shasers dodge! An well they NAV. tbah
oioddside amt in vain, My aim Is so troo
LAT one or the rarmost dogs evolves a
aU"l an rolls over: then he sets uu
ShaWin' an lickin' his off hind la,y m
frantic alterations. That hunt js 6ons =.
MN We leaves him doctorin' himss'S o.
PICKS him up two hours later on our tri,,m.
plant return. ~
AS L states. We harrows that foositfvs
panther Tor plumb eighteen miles, an, in our
~ aFdor founders two bosses. Which IA,
uSue an WEAKNESS begins to overnou,s,
US also our prey weakens along with tn.
rest. In the half glimpses We now an agin
gets or him it's plain that both mace an.
Instance is tellin' fast. Still. he presse. On,
as thars no spur like fear, that panthes
holds his flynn distance.
But the end comes We've done run biu
INTO a rough. wild stretch of country. where
is few an cabins roode an wids
an Iar between. OF a sudden the panther
energies onto the road an goes racins
along the trail We pushes our spent steedsi
to the utmost.
'Thars a log house ahead; out in thu.
lot in front is a frowsy woman
an five small children. The panther leans
the rickety worn fence an heads straiehe
a bullet for the clarin! Horror! thej
'lght freezes our marrowsi Mad an say,
age ne 400 to bite q hunk outen that del
'oted household! Mutooally CALM to eacha
other, We goads our HOSES to the rescoe
We gains on the panther! He may wound
but he won't have time to slay that family.
Gents. it's a soopreme moment! Tho
makes for that female squatter an.i
Ter litter; we pantin' an pressin' clost be-
lind. The panther is among 'em: the woman
IN the children seems transfixed by the
Iwful spectacle. an stands rooted with open
yes an mouths. Our emotions shore beg
descriptions.
NOW ensooes a scene to smite the hard-
OF us with dismay. No sooner does the
find himself in the midst Of that
Helpless bevy Of little ones. than he stops.
urns round abrupt, an sets down on his
all; an then upliftin' his muzzle he busts
nto shrieks and yells an howls an cries.
absoloote case Of canine Mysteries! That's
'hat he is; a great yaller dog; his reason
5 now a wrack because we harnesses him
hem eighteen miles.
'Thar's a ugly outcast Of a suuatter.
nattock in hand, comes squanderin' down
he hillside from some'erS out back Of tho
hanty. where he's been grubbin':
'"What be you-all eediots chasin' my
log for? demands this onkempt party. Then
lie menace US with that implement.
We makes no retort, but stands pas
The great yaller brute whose nerves
las been torn to rags. creeps to the squat
er an with mournful bowls, explains what
we've made him suffer.
mo thar's nothin' further to do. ans I
ass to be said. That cavalcade erstwhile
o gala an buoyant, drags itself YEARLY
omeward. the exhausted dogs walkin'
tiff an sore like their laigs is wood in
lie r'ar. For more'n a mile the complaint
I howls Of the historical yaller dog Is
afted to our years. Then they ceases;
n we figgers his sympathizin' master has =
took him into the shanty an sher
he door.
No one comments on this yere adven~
Ire: not a word is heard. Each Is silent,
it'll we mounts the first hill. As we g
~ourse'fs on this eminence, one OF
lie Breckenridge boys hollis up his hand
IT a halt Gents" he says, as-hosses,
an ~dogs-we-all gathers round.
gents. I moves you the Chevy Chase Hun.
n Club yereby stands adjourned sine die"
har'S a moments pause. an then as BY j
lie impulse every gent. boss an dog, says
It's yo~onanimous an from that hour
i now the Chevy Chase Huntin' Club
MT nothin' save tradition. But that pans
er shore disappears: it's the end Of his .,
rage; an ag'in does quadrilles. pra'rs an
'ker resoom their wonted sway. That's &
o end. an now gents, II Black Jack will
per to his dooties, Wen uplift our
'ooped sperits with the usual forty
1872. by R, II. Russell. &