The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1905-1910, 1910-04-22
BOBBITT PAYS TRIBUTE
TO CAPT. ED. WALKER.
Fox Hunters InconsoIable Over
Loss Of Their Leader. Says
Cicero of Mountains.
CRAB ORCHARD. KY.

CRAB ORCHARD. KY.
The news Of the death of Edward
walker caused wave of the profound
est sorrow to roll across the bosom of
every true friend Of that good and gen.
erous man, and especially are the gal
liant men, the fox hunters who have
listened to the music of his BelIonian
hounds. inconsolable in their grief for
the loss of the gallant spirit. who will
hunt with them no more. Those brave
knights of the chase, the J. s. Chad
wicks. the generous Holmes, the Ed
wards boys. the Brooks, the Robert
Stapletons. Finley Ballard, s. N. Chan.
der, j. T. Hackley, Jr., and a host of
others; and the colored knight of the
chase, Jim Jones, who asked me at
court today that his name might also
be mentioned in my tribute to the men,
DRY of one who was at the head of the
Fox Hunters Association and whose
worldwide fame had leaped across the
ocean and was spoken with admiration
by the crowned-heads of the old
world.
His hounds were also of noble blood,
being imported from the royal kennels
of England at $500 per head.
What noble man he was! One of
natures own true noblemen. So noble,
80 gallant, so generous. so truel And
yet as devoted as this generous man
was to the chase, he leaves quite an es-
tate to his devoted wife and affection
ate children, who will perhaps never
look upon his life again. The late Col.
T. p. Hill was devotee to the chase
as well as to Sir William Blackstone.
You can judge the heart of a man by
the dogs of his yard. A fierce bull dog
means keep out Of my yard. II you are
saluted on your entrance by the music
OF the pack, 60 in at once; the occu-
pant may not always have much. but
you and your horse are welcome as long
as it lasts. A few days before the
great and good man left the scenes Of
earth. through whose grand forests and
rugged dells he had 80 often followed
the hounds. he had his chair moved out
on the veranda and releasing a captur-
ed fox in the presence Of the eager
dogs, away they few. and the distant,
dying echoes of the pack mingled with
the echoes of his dying BREATH
And ! want to say right here that no
musical instrument that has ever been
invented, no piano. no violin, no organ,
with its deep and solemn tones, no dull
elmer, no banjo. no calliope, no @olisn
harp. no French harp. no jews-harp,
can equal the music of pack of hourds
in full cry. with a breast-high scent.
waking up the wild, sleeping echoes Of
the lonely dells.
A noble hound once saved the life of
my cousin by marriage. Levi Hubble.
who was fast in fox den, and the dog
went to his home and communicated
the fact to his family.
east on the hounds the hunter came.
To cheer them on the vanished game,
But stumbling in the rugged dell,
The gallant horse exhausted fell.
The impatient rider strove in vain.
To rouse him with the spur and rein.
For the good steed. his labors Ger,
Stretched his stiff limbs to rise no more.
Then struck with pity and remorse.
He sorrowed Ger the expiring horse;
4 little thought when first thy rein
| Stacked upon the banks of Seine.
That Highland eagle e'er should feed
Upon thy fleet limbs. my matchless
steed;
Woe wath the chase, woe wath the day
That cost thy life, my gallant grayl'"
But and my gallant companions of
the chase must now bid sad adieu to
our departed friend.
This is written for the INTERIOR
JOURNAL and the Central Record,
FosTAINE Fox BoBBIrr.