48 THE AMERICAN FOXHOUND 



dashing herself recklessly through the woods, like the surging 

 billows of the wild and wasteful ocean. She was a sister to May, 

 who was so distinguished that his seed is almost as numerous as 

 that old Israelite, whose seed outnumbered the sands of the 

 shore, the leaves of the forest and tlie stars of the firmament. 



Jake was a brother of Benj. Robertson's Tickler, of whom it 

 was said Kentucky never had a hound before his day ; he in his 

 day and Fury in her day, like Alexander the Great, conquered 

 every pack on the continent and howled for another pack to 

 conquer. He was by Worthington's Ringwood, he by Hood's 

 Vesper, he from a brach imported from Ireland by Gen. Ridgely, 

 of Baltimore, all running far back to the family of royal blood. 

 Mollie is from Silk, a Georgian by birtli ; her father was a Cuban 

 bloodhound ; her limbs were made for war proof ; the luster of 

 her eye, the scent of her nose, and her speed proved that she was 

 worthy of her breeding. She was as beautiful as the butterfly, as 

 it sprang from the worm that spun the web that was woven into 

 and composed the beautiful fabric from which she took her name. 



Foot is by Old Whitey, imported by Benj. Robertson, from 

 Maryland, of the royal family. Foot is nearly an alabaster 

 white, with Egyptian spots, and beautiful cerulean fringe, and 

 has a grand and noble form and handsome carriage, and is the 

 hero of our pack. He is from Fury, whose very name bears with 

 it speed, strength, durability, honor and greatness. She was also 

 imported from Maryland by Benj. Robertson. She is also the 

 mother of Gen. R. L. Williams' fine dogs, Boston, Blanche and 

 Fury; I. F. Calk's John; James Scobee's Lick; S. S. Fizer's 

 Winder and Ringwood; also mother to J. P. Games' Mary, all of 

 glorious fame and renown. Fury was the champion of her race. 

 She won her fame in many a hard-contested heat ; and wore her 

 laurels with honor till the day of her death, like a garland of 

 flowers around her neck, wreathed by fairy fingers, entwined 

 with roses of red and ribbons of blue, fanned by the breezes of 

 Summer and the zephyrs of Autumn, after many a glorious 

 victory. Speed she had deserving to lead. Her lustrous deeds 

 did blind men's eyes with tlieir beams. Her voice spread wider 

 than a dragon's wings. Her sparkling eye replete with wrathful 

 fire more dazzling, and drove back her enemies more than mid- 

 day's sun fierce bent against their faces. Her deeds excelled all 

 speech. She never trailed a reynard nor tracked a deer but 

 conquered. The blood of her stock is of that nature which 



