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honor (thanks to an ungovernable Kentucky hunter rode on 

 the occasion) of taking the brush of a large grey dog fox, in 

 a quick sand swamp, into which we had plunged and some 

 of us obliged to dismount to reach the pack who had just 

 overtaken the game. Good fortune attended his active 

 efforts, and whilst he was engaged in rescuing the fox 

 from the jaws of the voracious hounds, the Kentuckian 

 alarmed at the hue and cry wandered into a dangerous 

 part of the swamp, where he sunk until his head and neck 

 were at one time only visible, and miraculously saved 

 himself, by obtaining a foot hold as he was on the point of 

 being wholly immersed and suffocated. Jonas discovered 

 him in the dangerous predicament, and the struggling an- 

 imal on seeing him redoubled his efforts, and made to- 

 wards him, when he was brought safely out. 



The grey's brush was long preserved as a memento of 

 success, and was incentive to future exertion, but the 

 avocations of life, too seldom permitted it to be enjoyed. 

 Some of the experienced old hunters, were illy repaid for 

 this days toil, which involved many a leap over fences, 

 ditches and fallen timber in the woods, for the noble 

 prize of honor, a fine bushy plume of nature's manufac- 

 ture. 



But to this, as customary was to be superadded the hon- 

 or of a seat at the banquet, on the right hand of the pre- 

 siding oflicer of the day. The unexpected, nay unmerit- 

 ed result of this days sport, caused much disappointment 



