Jack liahhil Iliiiitiiuj With (iiri/hoiind-s 79 



but as happy as we are tired. Iluii'jfry:' Awfully huugry, 

 and with appetites to shame a lumberman. 



"J run. sir. tc/// please j/ou far better than wine. 

 The further ijou (jallop, the better you'll dine." 



The Colorado Sprin-^s Hunt Club is quite an extensive 

 organisation with a membership of about 200. Only a small 

 portion of the number, however, take an aetive part in the 

 chase. A more ideal country to ride and hunt coyote over 

 cannot be imagined. 



The regular fixtures of the club are Wednesdays and Satur- 

 days. 



These runs take place on the great plains in any direction 

 from the city one may care to ride. A five or ten mile ride 

 at most brings you to the game. Once a month the club send 

 their horses and hounds out fifteen to twenty-five miles by 

 rail, the evening before, to some ranch and go out on a sjiecial 

 train in the morning for an all day's hunt, making a basket 

 picnic of the affair. On these days they have from four to 

 six runs, and half as many kills. They picnic on the ])lains 

 wherever noon overtakes them, from a mess wagon, that fol- 

 lows the hunt. In the evening they return to town by the same 

 special train, or in a special car, attached to some regular train. 

 The writer just missed one of these monthly events by arriving 

 at Colorado Springs the day it was going on. The genial 

 master and owner of hounds, ]Mr. A. B. Nichols, and his hunts- 

 man, ]Mr. J. S. Kenyon, kindly offered to take the writer out 

 for a sample run near town and the invitation was gladly 

 accepted. 



With a day's rest for the hounds after "the big hunt" — as 

 the monthly meet is called, — a few of the more enthusiastic 

 members were notified of the "by day" run and the next morn- 

 ing, at 7 :30, we mounted our horses and were off to the jilains. 



