The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1909-06-30
Hares and Hounds.

Hello, Freddie!" cried Bob one
brisk autumn morning from across
the hedge. Come down to Jim
Sandy's and help tear up some paper.
We are going to have a hare-and-
hound chase"
1t was Saturday and there was no
school. In response to Bob's request,
his mother told him to run along,
and be sure not to get so far that he
could not get back for dinner.
At Jim's house about fifteen boys
were busily engaged in tearing up
newspapers into strips, and then tear
ing the strips across, so that they
had thousands of flakes" an inch
or so square.
Bob's little sister, Marjorie, was
deftly sewing couple of stout burlap
bags for the hares to carry their pa
per in. No one knew yet who would
be hare and who hound.
Ted Forsyth ought to be hare"
said one boy, because he goes hunt
ing, and he knows the country better
than anyone else"
Then Harry Smith ought to be
one, too,' said Bob.
Finally it was decided that Harry
should lead the hounds, and that Ted,
with Allen Greenough, should be the
hares. At length everything needed
was ready.
The rules were that the hares
should have ten minutes start over
the others, that they must drop
paper wherever they went, and that
the hounds must follow the paper
trail unless they actually caught sight
of their quarry, when they might cut
across lots.
Bob was a hound. How impatiently
he waited with the boys for the ten
minutes to go by! There were great
discussions as to exactly where the
hares would go, and everybody SEEM
ed to think that they would certainly
cross Brooks meadow. This was a
huge, rolling field of pasture land.
In spite of the fact that 1t was called
a meadow, it was half wooded, and
afforded many fine chance for the
hares to relieve each other, one lay
ing a part of the trail. while the
other took a shorter route.
The ten minutes were past, and
the race began. All the boys kept to-
gether pretty we'll at first, and ran In
good form. Bob and boy called
Roger Irwin were not so fast. The
reason for this was that these two
had not been practicing as the others
had for the chance, since they had
not known anything about it.
After the second hill, Bob and
Roger began to lag little. The run
had been up road. across small
stream in valley, up the other side,
and now they were headed, as had
seemed likely, for Brooks meadow
The sun shone brightly, but the air
was still crisp and invigorating.
Suddenly Bob grabbed Rogers arm.
Look" he said. What do you
see, moving along by that clump Of
JTeeS-ONtT lHIee UoWdiu luc COTucT
OF the fence?"
Roger looked in the direction indi-
Gated.
81 see white cap" he said.
Good gracious, Bob, 1t is Allen! It's
gone now!"
That's what l thought said Bob,
"but wasn't quite certain"
They were several hundred yards
behind the pack" According to the
rules, they might cut across and cap.
ture the hares.
without a word, they made for
point little beyond the clump Of
Allen were going straight home now
and that it would be easy to head
them off. A hard run of quarter of
a mile brought them to little grove
of trees by the road near the home,
or goal, of the run.
There they come!" exclaimed Bob,
as he saw the two boys trot leislrely
over the rise In the ground.
He and Roger stepped out 1--WE
saw you! We saw your white CAPT"
they shouted.
The hares were caught, much to
their own surprise. 81 ought to have
known" admitted Allen. later. Fred
dies little sister told me not to wear
it before We started. Guess she
would make pretty good hare her.
self If she were only bigger"
Presently the pack" came home,
tired and winded. Bob and Roger,
who had kept their eyes open and
saved their legs. were the heroes of
the day, and they were noisily trium-
phant.-Youth's Companion.