Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1906-10-02

an irrepress,ble curiosity to experience
its thrilling enjoyments. Listen how NJ
sanctifies the sport, and mingles with
1t all that is gay and spirit-stirring:
But vet, alas! the willy fox remand
A subtle pilfering foe, prowling arounc
In midnight shades, and wakeful te
In the full fold, the poor defenceless
lamb,
Seized by his guileful arts, with sweet
warm blood
Supplies rich repast. The mourntu
eve,
Her dearest treasure lost through the
dim night
wanders perplex'd, and darkline
While in tn. adjacent bush poor Phil
omel
CHersef a parent once, till wanton
churls
Despoifd her nest) joins in her loud
laments,
With sweeter notes and more melo-
dious woe.
For these nocturnal thieves, hunts
men prepare
The sharpest vengeance. Oh! now
glorious it's
To right tn oppressed. and bring the
felon vile
To just disgrace! Ere yet the morning
Or stars retire from the first blush OF
day,
With thy far-echoing voice alarm thy
pack
And rouse thy bold compeers. Then
to the copse,
Thick with entangled grass and prick
ly furze,
With silence lead thy many-colord
hounds,
In ali their beauty's pride. See! how
Dispersed how busily this way and
that
They cross, examining with curious
nose
Each likely haunt. Hark! on the drag
hear -...
Their doubtful notes, preluding to the
More nobly full, and swelrd with every
mouth.
Heavens! what melodious strains!
how beat our hearts
Big with tumultuous joy! the loaded
Breathe harmony; and as the tempest
drives
From wood to wood, through every
dark recess.
The forest thunders and the noun
tains shake
He breaks away.
Shrill horns proclaim his flight. Each
struggling hound
Strains DER the lawn to reach the dis
tant pack:
'Tis triumph all and joy. Now, my
brave youths,
Now give a loose to the clean, gener-
Gus steed;
Flourish the whip, nor spare the gall
ing spur;
But In the madness Of delight forget
Your fears. For DER the rocky hills
we range,
And dangerous our course; but in the
brave
True courage never fails. In vain the
stream ...
In foaming eddies whirls; in vain the
ditch
Wide gaping threatens death. The
craggy steep,
Where the poor dizzy shepherd crawls
And ciings to every twig, gives us nc
pain.
But down we sweep, as stoops the fall
con bold
To pounce his prey"
Filled with such ideas as these lines
are calculated to inspire (and long as
is the extract, it does but half justice
to the poet whatever we may think
of his subject), 1t was with kindline
enthusiasm that met the question
from my old friend Dause on clear
chill December evening.
will you not join us in fox-chase
tomorrow"
THAT 1 WILL" replied l, with pleas
ure."
Have you ever been in a fox
chaser" continued he.
Never" said 1; "but have no doub
but that I should be delighted witt
It,"
"Oh, it's the finest sport in the world
with a full pack! and we shall have
splendid pack tomorrow. Major Crock
ct is coming in with his hounds, anc
George Hurt is to bring in his. and al
unite with Captain Reid's here; ant
we shall have a pack Of twenty-five
or three We shall have gloriou:
sport: you must not fail to join u.s..
mo fear of that" said 1; Il shall b'
among the first on the ground"
went home (no matter where), ant
hastened to bed at an earlier hour thar
usual, that might be the surer to ris'
betimes in the morning. But so brigh
was the anticipation Of the coming
joys that 1t was long before l coulC
compose myself to sleep; and when
did, 1t was rather the semi sleep o.
vigilance than the sound sleep Of reg
1t was sufficient, however, to beguil'
the intervening hours; and they seem
ed but few before the long drawn note!
Of Crocket's horn reused me from m!
slumbers. l sprang from my bed, ant
without waiting to throw over me ;
stitch of clothing (though the weathe
was extremely cold), seized my ram
horn, hoisted a window, and blew
blast which, If it had had fair play
would have walked every hound within
five miles round. But it had not fai
play; for partly from hurry, and part
ly from my indisposition to thrust m!
exposed body into the open air, jus
gave the mouth Of my horn projection
enough to throw half its voice out an
half inside the house. The first hal
did no great things; but the last nal
did wonders. Bursting upon the un
suspecting family at that still hour,
created a sensation which no one ca
understand who was not at the fallin
Of the walls of Jericho. The house trem
bled, the glasses ratified, the wome
started, and the children screamed.
s"what's that?" exclaimed the mis-
tress Of the household.
Mr.. Hall is going a fox-hunting'
said her husband.
well, l wish he'd blow for nj
foxes out Of the house. I can't Sc