course of the fox and the country, enabled him to shorten 

 distances, and avoid the circuitous rout of the horsemen. 

 In the chase, if the hounds were at fault, and ceased their 

 music, the horn sounded as a directing guide to him, and 

 in a few moments he was sure to make his appearance, 

 and assist them to recover. He seldom failed after a 

 short survey of the ground, and some of the hounds would 

 instinctively follow at his heels. He possessed an eagle 

 eye to discover the track, and we have often seen him 

 seek it, and make it good, on the leaf covered soil of the 

 forest. If any of the dogs on these occasions would run 

 a scent, and open a cry, he instantly sought for evidence 

 of a track, to be self convinced of its correctness. It 

 frequently happens, as all fox hunters know, (and many 

 they are among the generous and hospitable fox hunting sons 

 of the south, who may perhaps peruse these desultory 

 sportive memoirs of the happy careless days of auld lang 

 syne) that young inexperienced hounds will readily take up 

 and run the scent of a rabbit, and frequently unwarily dash 

 off on a back track. It was here old Jonas's discrimina- 

 ting powers were called into prompt request. If erring, 

 he would undeceive the noviates in a twinkling. The 

 horn rallied them, and conspicuous wrong doers soon 

 yelped to less harmonious tunes, assisted by an instru- 

 ment of music, called a whip. This was impressive, 

 wholesome and reforming — justice however was seasoned 

 with mercy. The sagacious active and industrious hound 

 always received the encouragement of abundant kindness 



