The Pioche record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1908-1925, 1921-02-04

tney viii cneck. but not NucFs
with crash and chorus of hound
music. they drive through the under
growth. Charles Is hot on thsis
heals now. the grey with his rakin:
stride tears down the gras rides
The lucky few who have fallen 4
little behind. strain to hold their
own. Around the many bends. the
grey fits phantomlike among the
trees. Now over the piled up log
fence, with a big drop beyond. solo
mon" lands with a grunt and slithe-
onto the open. just In time for
Charles to see the fox, with dropping
clay stained brush. padding swiftly
along the furrow of q plowed field
beyond. AS they reach the cold
clay. the Hounds stop, their heads
go up. for a moment they are to
fault They spread out fan wise.
anesting. then old Joyful speaks.
"Hark to Joyful. yoick, yoick, yoick.
forward for a ra ad on" shouts
Charles. The Hounds ny to the old
bitch, now their heads are down
again and way they go racing. II
is an easier country now. smaller
fields, smaller fences, which Is we'll
for the firing horses. There arc
some plowed fields ahead. the scent
Is not SO hot as on ~
Hounds slacken a little, but Charles
is always there cheering them on.
The bigger horses sink in the heay.,
clay The hireling drops into q
walk, he has had enough, the won
der is he got SO far. The girl on
the pony Is we'll to the front, the
ears Of her little mount are cooked,
he is as eager as ever.
A few more fields to cross, and
the riders are glad to turn into q
| lane and take advantage of the firm
er going. Just now, William. the
second whip, joins in, how he go,
here is best known to himself. The
mare looks as II she had had almost
enough but she strides gamely along
And as they go, field after field
past woods. past farms and never Z
check. The Glamour of the hound,
Is louder now, ever louder, thel
know the fox Is sinking. Two mile,
long miles to his home woods, and
the big earth where safety lies. H,
&C vers those miles with the hound,
close behind. plunges into the shelte
Of the woods. There among tn,
roots of the big beech is the earth
its sandy mouth is stopped, the kee
er has been there and filled It Vi
with stones. He turns to the lef
with trailing brush, down a marrow
gulley. The Hounds check at tn
Icarth. Charles pulls up and look
~Larply around. There to the lei
Ia jay, the fox's hereditary enemy
rises screaming. Charles calls t
the Hounds. cap in hand he urge
them into the gulley. Down 1t the
J rush the rotten banks breaking b
meath their feet. The horses scramh'
through the underground, the rider
bending low, lodging the sweepin
branches but the nd is near. tn
} wood opens little to show hig
oak paling lining the road beyon,
The beaten fox leaps at the fenc'
misses the top and falls back I
disappear In worrying smother {
5 hounds. Charles Is on his feet
> IN instant, beating them back as
! seizes the fox. stripping It Of mas
. brush and pads. then filings the c,
4 ass to the pack. The mask
. strapped to Charles saddle, tho bru,
g adorns the girls pony. the pads a
= even coveted prizes. IA great ru
n ten mile point. and twelve
4 Hounds ran"
The master and his followe
= come pounding along the road. TIL,
n have caught up at last, just too Ia
I to be at the death.