Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-01-24

, tril that you could set Shanghai hen
in. This horse, as soon as the pack
broke into full cry. climbed over q
fence that had wrought-iron briers on
it, lit in cornfleld, stabbed his hind
lef through a sere and yellow pumpkin,
which he wore the rest of the day with
yards of pumpkin vine streaming out
behind, and away he dashed cross
country.
We did not see the fox, but We saw
almost everything else. I remember.
among other things, of riding through q
dollhouse and how I enjoyed 1t. A
morning scamper through conserva-
tory when the Syringas and jonquils and
JackroseS lie cuddled up together in
their little beds is a thing to remember
and look back to and pay for. To
stand knee-deep in glass and gladioli,
to smell the mashed and musSed-up
mignonette and the last fragrant sigh
of the scrunched heliotrope beneath the
hoof of your horse, while far away the
deep-mouthed baying of the hoarse
hounds holly hugging the reeking trail
OF the aniSeed bag calls on the gor-
geously caparisoned hills to give back
their merry music or fork it over to
other answering hills, is Joy to the
huntsman's heart.
On, on I rode. with my unconfined
locks streaming behind me in the Au-
tumn wind. On and still on Isped, the
big. bright pumpkin slipping up and
0wn the gambrel of my spirited horse
at every jump. On and ever on we
went, shedding terror and pumpkin seed
along our glittering track, till my proud
Steed ran his leg is a gopher hole and
| fhncn
put on high-headed steer to keep him
from jumping fences.
AS the horse fell the necklace Of this
| hickory poke flew up and adjusted it
| self around my throat. In an in
slant my Steed was on his feet again,
and gaily We went forward, while the
prong of this barbarous appliance ever
and anon plowed into brand-new
| culvert or rooted up a clover field.
Every time it ran into an orchard or q
cemetery it would jar my neck and
knock me silly. But I could see with
Joy that 1t reduced the speed Of my
horse.
At last, as the sun went down-re-
luctantly, it seemed to me, for he knew
that he would never see such riding
again-my ill-spent horse fell with
hollow moan, curled up, gave a spas
modic CULVER with his little, nerveless
sawed-off tail, and died.
| The other huntSmen succeeded in
tracing the aniseed bag at shutdown, In
time to catch the 6 o'clock train home.
FoXhunting is one of the most thrill
ing paStimeS of which know, and for
young men whose parents have amassed
huge sums of money in the intellectual
pursuit of hides and tallow, the meet,
the chase, the Scamper, the full cry,
the cover. the stellated fracture, the
yelp of the pack. the zip, the yell of
triumph, the confusion, the whoop, the
holla, the halloos. the hurrah, the abra-
sion, the snort of the hunter. the con-
cuSsion, the sward, the open. the earth
stopper. the strangulated hernia, the
glad cry of the hound as he brings home
the quivering seat of the peasants pam
falcons, the yelp of joy as he lays at
his masters feet the strawberry mark
OF the ruStic-all, all. are exhilarating
to the sons of our American nobility.
Foxhunting combines the danger and
the wild, tumultGouS Joy of the skating
rink, the toboggan slide, the husband
milk Sociable and the straw ride.
For the young American nobleman
whose ducal father made his money by
inventing a fluent pill, or who gained
his great wealth through relieving hui
mainly by means of lung pad. liver
pad. kidney pad, or foot pad-fox-
| hunting is first rate