THE AMERICAN FOXHOUND 53 



and as a whole, she throwed me the best pups I ever owned, all 

 being speedy and game. From Pansy I got Ida Pickwick, who 

 won the Chattanooga field trial when she was past eight years 

 old, with Flag, a full sister two years younger, a good second. 



One of the first trials of foxliounds was at West Point, Miss. I 

 entered two dogs and sent them to Maj. Yal Young of Waverly, 

 Miss. They barred my dogs on the grounds that I was not a 

 member. We had a controversy through the American Field, 

 and I produced a receipt for my initiation, and being in good 

 standing certainly was a member. Mr. Lewis and Mr. Avent 

 were the winners that year. The committee then ordered that I 

 should have satisfaction by meeting with three dogs each and 

 running a race. There was to be a bench show in the near 

 future at Cincinnati, and I named that time for the race. Mr. 

 Avent answered an acceptance with a provision that he would 

 not go so far to run unless the consideration was a purse of |600. 

 I made my deposit with Mr. J. Shelly Hudson of Covington, 

 Ky., then the owner of the Latonia Kennels. He answered Mr. 

 Avent. Mr. Avent was at the show with his setters, but left his 

 hounds at home. 



I bred a granddaughter of Gamester to Rowdy, a Walker dog, 

 and raised three puppies, one of which I gave to Mr. Walker. 

 He named him Rowdy, and he won the field trials at Cynthiana, 

 Ky. He was entered as Mr. Walker's breeding, but he was from 

 my bitch and I bred him all the same. 



I ran a pack of dogs £rom Campbell county, Ky., in the days 

 of Clara II that came to my house on a steamer, and w^e went to 

 Fort Hill, Ohio, and easily defeated them. They laid no claim 

 to any part of it. My white bitch Claud caught the fox on the 



ground. 



I ran a match race with a Mr. Bristow of Kenton county, Ky., 

 with my bitch Clara I and her half sister. We were to run two 

 dogs each. He ran a bitch called May, tnat was bred at or near 

 Lexington, Ky., and claimed that she had never been beaten. 

 They holed the fox in less than two hours, and his dogs never 

 carried a point in the race. r^ i -n tt 



The first part of this article is by my worthy friend. Col. E. H. 

 Howard, whom I hunted with from my early boyhood up to the 

 time when he gave me his dogs and practically retired from the 

 field. While his silvery hair tells that he has passed many 

 frosty mornings, he sits on his horse erect and can make many 



