9-3 FOX HUNTING. 



saddle when it was 'Tally-ho/ away and away they 

 all went like parched peas off of a shovel. When 

 we raised the hill behind George Miller's farm, you 

 could see Reynard in the distance, with the eager 

 pack being left hopelessly behind, at least for a 

 time; and a beautiful sight it was to see the scarlet 

 coats striving with each other down the valley of 

 the Crum. A small party with one scarlet coat 

 among them got into a corner with a high wall 

 down into the road and a high picket fence on the 

 right, both of which were pronounced non-takeable, 

 when here came the old man on his son's steeple- 

 chaser, 'Ajax,' By the by, the old fellow is gener- 

 ally behind; but his blood got a little raised at the 

 sight, and pronouncing it all right, he pounded 

 down into the road nearly on to his horse's head, 

 and called to Miss M. to follow, which she did in 

 beautiful style. They turned to the left into the 

 field, and the way they made the dirt fly it was a 

 sight to see. The gentleman in scarlet, in leading 

 his horse down the wall, allowed him to escape, and 

 he was forced to wend his way on foot. We will 

 now follow Miss M. and the old man, who caught 

 sight of 'Doc,' the Huntsman, tearing down the 

 Boot road toward the bridge over Crum creek, 

 and hearing the hounds, and getting an occasional 

 sight of them, they nicked it in fine style, crossed 

 the bridge still on the Boot road, and a quarter 



