232 Trails to Woods and Waters 



be let loose, we knew that the track was very 

 fresh. 



When we untied the cord from his collar, 

 the hound went off at a brisk pace, while its 

 long drawn owe-e-u-u-wowu-u wow-u-u 

 floated pleasantly back to us on the fresh 

 morning wind. 



As soon as the hound was fairly off, we ran 

 to a commanding position about a third of the 

 way up the mountain. 



For about five minutes the hound wound in 

 and out through the woods, then started for 

 the mountain at a lively clip. To my great 

 astonishment the dog ran by within a few rods 

 of us, and I hardly dared to breathe as the 

 chase drew near. I fully expected to see a 

 bobcat, about the size of a tiger, break into 

 the open. 



" Why didn't we see it go by, Ben? " I 

 whispered. 



" It went before we came up," replied Ben. 

 "Look there!" 



At the moment he spoke, the long-drawn 

 notes of the fox hound changed to short 



