CAPE FOXHOUNDS 

 again. Dog-sickness always for its 

 victims seems to take the best. 



With sorrow at my heart, I push 

 along to overtake the bobbing crov;d 

 in front, and find them checked 

 beside a stretch of open sand. Here 

 all scent fails, and George, on foot, 

 is taking up the spoor, hounds 

 following in an interested group. 

 Upon the sand the tracks show 

 where the fox has stopped to listen 

 and then has doubled on his trail. 

 Into the bush once more, and — 

 Tally-ho ! — he jumps up right before 

 us. What a screech of men and 

 hounds ! Old Piet Nielmann rushes 

 past me, lambasting his fully-blown 

 horse with a heavy sjambok, till a 

 sturdy tussock stretches both the 

 rider and his horse upon the sand. 

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