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

The foxhound is cross of the blood
hound, the greyhound, the bulldog and
the chump. When you step on his tail
he Is said to be in full cry. The fox
hound obtains from his ancestors on the
bloodhound side of the house his keen
scent, which enables him while in full
cry cross country to pause and hunt
for chipmunks. He also obtains from
the bloodhound branch of his family a
Wild yearning to star in an Uncle
Toms Cabin" company and watch Little
Eva meander up the flume at So per
week.
From the greyhound the foxhound
gets his most miraculous speed, which
enables him to attain rate of velocity
so great that he is unable to halt during
the excitement of the chase, frequently
running so far during the day that it
takes him week to get back, when, of
course, all interest had died out.
From the bulldog the foXhound OBJ
tains his great tenacity of purpose, his
deep-seated convictions, his quick per-
ceptionS, his love Of home and his
clinging nature. From the chump the
foXhound gets his high intellectually,
and that mental power which enables
him to distinguish almost at a glance
the salient points of difference between
a 2-year-old steer and So bill
The foXhound is about 2 feet in
height, and 100 of them should be con-
Sidered an ample number for quite
little foxhunt. Some hunters think this
number inadequate. but unless the fox
be unusually SkittiSh and crawl under
tho harm ION fOyhnttndc To tDo
enough.
Some hunters who are madly and
passionately devoted to the sport leap
their horses over fences, meats, donjon
keeps, hedges and currant bushes with
utter sangfroid and the wild, unfettered
foot ongsomble" of a brass band. 1t
is one of the most spirited and touching
OF sights to see young foxhunter going
home through the cleaning with a full
cry in one hand and his pancreaS in
the other.
Some like to be in at the death. as 1t
is called, and it is certainly laudable
ambition. To see 100 dogs hold out
against a ferocious fox weighing 9
pounds; to watch the brave little band
OF dogs and whippers-in and horses with
sawed-off tails, making up in heroism
what they lack in numbers, succeeding
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ferocious brute which has long been
the acknowledged foe of the human
race is indeed a fine sight.
We are too apt to regard foxhunting
merely as a relaxation, source of
pleasure, and the result of a desire to
do the way people do in the novels
which We steal from English authors.
but this is not all. To successfully hunt
a fox, to jump fences cross country
like an unruly steer, is no child's play.
To ride all day on ver- hot and rest
less saddle, trying to lope while your
horse Is trotting, giving your friends a
good view of the country between your
self and your horse, then leaping stone
walls, breaking your collarbone in four
places, pulling out one eye and leaving
it hanging on plum tree, or going
home at night with your transverse
colon wrapped around the pommel of
your saddle and your liver wrapped in
an old newspaper requires the greatest
courage.
The only foxhunting have ever done
was on board an impetuous. tough
bitted, fore-and-aft horse that had emo
tional insanity. AS I was away from
home at the time and could not reach
my own steed, was obliged to mount
spirited steed with high, intellectual
hips, one white eye and big red nos