black- tan-and-white 

 hunter. To the new- 

 comer the Walkers all 

 look alike and sound 

 alike, and he puzzles 

 over the hunter's abili- 

 ty to identify this dog 

 and that dog from the 

 midst of the din. 



But to the fox- 

 hunter's acute ear the 

 voices of hounds have as much individuality as the voices of 

 people. They have separated the baying of hounds into neat 

 categories and, although it is impossible to describe them, fox- 

 hunters know exactly what is meant when a dog is said to have 

 a "short, choppy mouth," a "coarse, flat mouth," or a "big, round 

 mouth." 



A round hilltop, covered with ox-eye daisies and overlooking 

 a broad valley, was the place the hunters chose for listening 

 to this hunt. A fire was built, for warmth and to heat coffee, and 

 the hunters' activities for the night were over. All that remained 

 was to stand by the fire and listen blissfully to the distant baying. 



The hunters stood in a solemn circle, backs to the fire and 

 hands clasped behind. The sound of the chase came clearly to 

 the hilltop, and the men would comment now and then. 



"There's Old Scott coming up fast," one would say. 



