chase to last much longer, as no fox ever lived that 

 could keep on earth before the terrific speed of that 

 dog. On they went, and as the voice of Revenge was 

 heard, his owner requested us to listen to the pace he 

 was setting, and assured us that Old Spot made a mis- 

 take when he entered the race in front of him. As 

 Old Spot circled round, and crossed and recrossed 

 his tracks, the well-known voice of Royalty was recog- 

 nized, close up to the leaders, and his owner said that 

 Old Spot would be obliged to find a hole of some kind 

 very soon, as no fox could stand the pace that 

 Royalty could set when he became thoroughly warmed 

 up, a condition to which he seemed to be fast 

 approaching. When the owner of Leader heard the 

 voice of his favorite dog, he poked the fire and lighted 

 his pipe, and offered to bet a mule against a jack- 

 knife that Old Spot would not last an hour. One of 

 the hounds belonging to the pack of Mr. A. was named 

 " Old Cuff," who had a voice like a calliope, which 

 could be distinctly heard above the roar of the other 

 voices ; and when the dogs were fairly straightened out 

 in the race. Old Cuff was a long ways behind the 

 leaders and seemed to be bringing up the rear, but his 

 owner said that if the chase should last all night Old 

 Cuff would be found in the front ranks in the early 

 morning, and so for several hours we sat around the 

 fire, smoked, told stories, and listened to the great feats 

 that each of these pet dogs could accomplish. Alfred 

 said nothing in praise of the ability of Old Troupe and 

 Flounce. Old Spot continued his usual tactics of 

 circling and keeping just far enough ahead of the 

 dogs to be cruelly tantalizing. About midnight a 

 number of the hounds came straggling into camp. 

 Old Spot, wishing to give his pursuers an enjoyable 



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