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broueht over for me to use as a cross. His 

 feet are what we call soft. They may have been 

 good enough for the well-kept country on the 

 other side, but, especially with the unnecessary 

 weight and bone he carries, a run of half an 

 hour with my pack makes his feet so sore that 

 he cannot be taken out for a week after." 



When descanting on hounds, an American 

 nearly always talks this way : " No hound ever 

 made that red-and-white quit. She may look 

 a little lathy, but when they start she's around, 

 and when they finish she's in front." 



The hound which strikes, holds, and stays in 

 front is always the American foxhound man's 

 admiration. The bone, the color, the symmetry, 

 — these are all incidents. It does not disturb 

 him to have what a Pharisee would call a 

 scratch pack. 



As for the horse, that is the least of the South- 

 ern hunter's troubles. Sometimes the fox-hun- 

 ter has a steady old jumper which he finds more 

 useful than the ordinary; but more often he 

 will tell you that he can get along well enough 

 in a buggy if he can be sure that he has the 

 hounds to meet his notions. 



" God bless the ladies," of course. A South- 

 ern gentleman would challenge Achilles on a 

 contradiction. Just the same, the sentiment is 

 likely to be a sotto voce objurgation of the same 



