The Washington times., 1933-11-21
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09eeQS ana COuQueIOIo nave
passed, but the chase goes on,
forever, in the ancient manner.
Yes, our host, like his name
sake, the great Andrew Jackson
(Old Hickory, is a fox hunter of
the old school. He rises at five,
breakfasts before, not after, the
chase. And what breakfast!
Grapefruit, eggs, home-cured
ham and bacon, buckwheat cakes
with honey and butter, potato
cakes Called "Stampy" in Ire
land), toast, delicious coffee ad
lib.
Someone facetiously suggests
that such a meal on this occasion
will surely produce founder, but
this only brings forth the re-
joinder that all and sundry so
afflicted will be given the ortho-
dox treatment-stood up in three
feet of water-and Rock Greek Is
nearby.
COngenial Soul
Good old Cy beams. This is
an occasion dear to his heart.
Here he is, surrounded by his
friends and guests, his good wife
by his side, his sisters lowering
close. Here are epicurean de-
lights, a gay and witty table,
pleasant banter and chatter-and
o fox hunt to follow!
More eggs, more buckwheat
cakes and honey, more coffee.
We go on toasting, making merry.
Finally, we dare eat no more.
Cy'S voice booms out:
Boys, we must pull out, but I
warn you, as Old JorrockS says,
Nothing is more uncertain than
scent, unless it be a woman
and you can't make a date with
. red fox"
Now the scene changes. We are
ct the hunting grounds, chauf-
Toured hence by the hosts black
man land I mean B-L-A-C-K),
jeff. AS the latter removes sun
dry paraphernalia from the motor
car, Cy whispers to us that for
some reason or other not known
to him he forever is a magnet to
attract worthless niggers," add
ing sorrowfully that he does not
suppose he will ever get over it.
Loyal Servant
However, Jeff'S Solicitous care
Of his master, and Jeff's thought
fulnesS, belle the masters con-
demnation. Later, Cy's frank and
confidential confession verifieS
that Black jeff really is an ex-
ceptional servant-if need be,
valet. cook, carpenter. gardener,
chauffeur. There is hardly any
thing at which Jeff is not adept.
The pack and the huntSman
await us.
The huntsman is a quick-speak.
ing, wiry fellow, known as "Old
Man" Hilton. He is as much
q part Of the outdoor world as
the tough hickory of the forests,
or the tempestuous winds which
sweep the countryside, come ma
ture unkind. Seventy-two winters
have left him Cor made him) as
1.-THE, as sinewy as an oak sapling
He moves with the agile step OF
youth, the grace of an athlete,
He is energetic and lighthearted.
Nature to "Old Man" Hilton not
only is animate but articulate as
well. He knows the woods, the
fields and the denizens thereof
STEPPED in hunting lore, sport
under him becomes an art.
Ioquacious, impetuous, bibulous,
he is a tie back to the John PeelS
Of long ago.
"Bejasus," says he, cooking his
eye, II will get a fox going this
day, I will, will"
The sun is an hour high. It's
. clear day. The golden sunshine
does not drive the mercury stream
above IS degrees. A vagrant and
gentle breeze comes out of the
west. All round, the country is
beautiful.
Virgin Forests
We are in an open field. To the
east and west of us stretch what
seem vast, primeval forests; to the
north and northeast the country
Is open for miles: an ideal com.
bination of field, forest and purl-
ing stream; a solitude, with here
and there an occasional abandoned
clearing repossessed by broom
sage and scrub oak.
Here is the home Of the red
fox; here may he dig his hole,
unscared. Reynard loves wild
country, where he lives a danger
Gus. romantic career. Here he is
free, triumphant; and, if death
comes, it comes quickly as with
most nature, except man.
The world is against the fox,
yet he lives well, in spite Of man
and beast. A graceful, sinewy body
Is directed by a cunning brain
fortified by a bold heart. He ex-
hibits daring, audacity. Sports
men must breed staunch, cour-
ageous hound favorably to compete
with his Stratagems, for he is game,
resourceful. His physiognomy sug-
geSts an impish and humorou per.
sonality. His only weapons Of de-
tense are his speed and cunning.
His furtive way Of living is mys-
terry, except to skillful and patient
observers, and it Is difficult even
for them to study him well, as
most of his life above ground is
lived at night. His philosophy is
that the world owes him a living
and he will have it. So, by hook
or by crook he carries on-a dis
ciple of pagan philosophy, live