The Pioche record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1908-1925, 1921-02-04
English Sketches
Il Run With the Fox Hounds
BY Z. C. d. MARRIAGE

some riders that have turned out
to see and not TO go. remain In tbs
road. traps and motor cars lined uo
behind them. Charles gallops across
the nsld, skirts the woods at the
bottom. then stands. motioniess.
watching, hallowing and blowing h,s
horn, the master cheers the hounds
on into cover. heads up. ears cooked
they leap ioyousiy forward into the
dead bracken and orambles. Thea
with outstretched noses and hackless
Just raised. they scatter. working
busily, questing to and fro. deep in
to the underground they go. then
vanish.
Outside the woCc, the field stands
waiting. Several of the harder ri
ders have followed as far as possible
In the wake OF Charles, a good mar
across a stiff country, and IL the 'ci
breaks to windward, there will
some big places to get over Sons
half a dozen have trotted across
field orchard. to bridal path. along
which they hope to get an easy
start. The majority stand grouped
together. chattering, laugh'ng-h
q hound has spoken In the depths Of
the wood, 1t Is old Joyful's dsap
voice. sudden silence, eager ears
are cooked, CULVER ripples down
the smooth shoulders. the riders
lean forward, listening with parted
lips. on which half spoken sentences
have died. Hark, again the solitar.'
Hound note has risen to a wild ella
mour, outside the wood Charles tes
given view halo, "gone away
"g n Q aw y" the master
bursts out of cover, the brancne
swapping about him, STOPPING .or
ward, he gallops around the wood,
blowing his horn. q few hounds rae
ing to him.
But see. there in the Valley. three
fields beyond, fly the main body OF
the pack, black white and tan, stars
up. heads down. in full cry. A
field behind, Charles, on the big grey
Solomon" rises at the frownirg.
thick set hedge, with a wide clay
banked ditch beyond. He leans fc-
ward. rising slightly in the saddle
his keen eyes startling blue in his
thin face. Redeemed by wind and
weather. fixed now on a tiny red
speck, which he knows to be stout
dog fox, Hitting far adead. and nov
on the scurrying pack. At the
ground beneath. at the big fences. HI
hardly seems to glance. man Nnt
horse rising, dropping, skimmtng
like some great grey solored bird
And In his wake ride the lucky few
who have got well away" Sal
John Is there on HE big weight CO,
rier and ''bit of a bus horse" t
look at perhaps, but one that car
Jump and can go. He leans vol
back at the fences trying to save hi
horse. Through closer teeth. b.
huns a little disappointed tune
Mr.. Bayham, London stock broke
most immaculate in person and 6
cellently mounted, ia we'll pleased {
show the country folk "how It 1
done" An old man, white haired
but bearing his years gallant:
presses forward on chestnut, a
army surplus. with an arrow on hi
hank and many numbers on III
rump. war worn but still good boil
horse. His daughter, fine hors
woman this, follows closely on
hireling. Cleverly she nurses Tn
old crock. knowing before long, ah
will have to pull him M. A farms
on an unclipped youngster. is wo
dering how long he. too, will stan
the pace. A young girl. on a fol
teen hands pony, hunter in min,
ture, II ever there was one, viii
lean head, long neck and perfe
shoulders, is going as we'll as an
She leans slightly forward, urg.r
the eager pony at the fences, 90
on, Lad. Get on" she calls softl
A dealer, who though lately an
ficer in the army has not lost
eye to business. Is trying to bril-
his hne Irish horse, under the m
ter's notice. But the horse is ne
10 the country and loses ground
the fences. Remembering his
tive banks. he kicks back at {
hedges. 10 pecks badly now a
again as he lands. Two or thv
others are there. all riding, ridi
~ II dear life depended upon II.
On and on skim the Hounds. up
the big woods. stretching along
sky line. Waffle fences with n
bank bitches. post and rail. sts