Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-01-10

I fui note, that says 70 Billyf e.1Ee; come.
heFe?s But tbs horn blower does not think
How they. riotI me kennel gate u
block Of heads and legs. Not until thay are
the Lawn sats isap1s ana aas
Bess do more than walk She has answered
the bowls with q low, merry whtcker, ana
champs the bit under tight rein. Bsaton;;
here! here!' Next breath Brown Bess Is
galloping. her hoofs striking fire from the
pebbles In the road.
yelping In wistful, smothered yelps beside
him, arc white and yellow fellows. gifts
from hunt club friend -Four generations
of Venables have hunted with these same
black-and-tans. Naturally the colonel holds
newer blood in sc0rn.
"In there! Hunt him up! sweetlips!
to the right. The dogs leap the fence and
begin to circle widely over stretch Of old
grass Beaton shifts little. There are
sheep on the old grass; he is sure II 1t held
to pick up the fooled scent. But by the
time he pops his hunter oyer the renee
close on Brown Bess' heels, Damsel Is chai-
| longing loud and f1ercely, the whole pack
Hot trail! ! thought so! Brer Fox likes
young lamb" the colonel says slackans
rein the last bit. and gripping MS mare
| lightly with the knees.
The dogs are off like the wind By the
first hint of dawn he can just see Damsel'
a black streak, scrambling over weather
beached plank fence The fence is breast
high and leans little down hill, a nasty
Jump even for taking In hot blood, ana
much more so right at the oeginn, 1'1 Dus
Brown Bess must do the same. she SINKS
fetlock deep in the young wheat beyond,
but goes calamity, keeping her nose at the
quarter of Bsaton's long-strid1ng blacK-
Riders Come in Continually.
Fate has a kindness for true sportsmen.
The fox ran straight down the length OF
the wheat, but turned at right angle
when he came to the fence and MADE Tor
the high. road. And thus Colonel Venable
and also Billy Try. his dogs already painting
from a lightning run, come in on the line
with never an unsportsmanlike swerve.
Other riders also come in-the whole spread
of the farralands, indeed, seems to have
broken out in dogs and mounted men.
For Whit they keep the road, then into
the fields again. Brer Fox doubles and tries
running mazes but the hounds are too
close. Besides, he Is heavy-gorged with
a meal too full He must have been sharp
set when he began. Foxes are generally
too wise to eat more than they can run
away with at ease.
This fox's career ends ingloriously. He
is run into. fairly in open pasture, just as
the sun strikes q single long red beam
through gap In the clouds 1t has been
less than three miles from find to Kill, and
with no pace worth mentioning In any part
of the run. AS the hounds rend and deyour
him the hunters pass TASKS about, then
blow horns and wheel and troop down
crossroad that leads to the nearest creek
valley
But they do not come to 1t. Half way
there Beaton's dogs. circling through
sedgy old field, give tongue after a single
whimper and go away with no barking on.
Pack and riders stream after. The route is
down wind and down HILL the going reason
ably firm. The horses. hardly breathed by
the short run. lay back their ears and eye
each other In fiery challenge. Neck and
neck. or heads Tapped on quarters. they
race over stubble, nostrils wide, feet falling
rythmically In strengthening stroke. The
wind sings in the huntsmen's ears. The
world goes backward, q gray and wan
phantasm, too wan to be even ghostly. But
if 1t bit and tore at the riders eyes they
would not heed. The madness Of the chase
has laid hold on them. Ahead the full cry
calls, and they cannot choose but follow
Far hills catch and echo It, and woodsmen
at work on them raise tefnpestuous halloos
Horses at pasture, riderless hunters run
neighing up and down the fences or leap
them and go pell-mell with the rest
Oh, the pity of 1t that 1t cannot last
There Is the initial burst, doubles weary
beyond words; another run, another check.
Somehow the morning glamor Wanes In
stead of it there comes the lust of con-
quest, the grim determination not to be
baked. This fox is lean and sane; he has
run we'll. doubled cunn1ngly, leading the
hunt merry circling dance, but he shall
not win free. When at last he gets to earth,
hiding so securely that there is no digging
him out, they leave him and go after an
other fox with a silent determination to
settle the score with him another day.
When Women Hunt.
When women ride to hounds in the farm
lands, the hunt becomes frolic, sort OF
equestrian picnic. Moonlight autumn nights
are usually chosen, when the dew lies with
out crisping into frost. The start is after
an early supper, the finish followed by
late one, miles and miles away. Women ride
as boldly as the huntsmen, but are shown
an almost embarrassing consideration. No
body claiming to be gentleman would
hesitate for a minute to lose place in the
run by stopping to open a gate, or pull the
top rail from a fence, that woman rider
might pass.
Men and women alike sit light, but steady,
in saddle. Beginning to ride when little
more than babies, they learn it as it can
never be taught in the schools. 1t is a
graceful swaying seat, easy alike to horse
and rider. If proof is needed, take the fact
that often. after following the hounds until
10 o'clock at night, both sexes dance blith-
ly until daylight next morning.
What She Said.
"sir" she exclaimed haught1y. "You
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