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riding recommends the day chase; the 
night lends a charm to a close race that 
is indescribable. There are hundreds 
of keen, successful fox-hunters in the 
South—“men who are known by the 
hounds they keep’—who give no 
thought to the riding feature of the 
chase, but who cam, as tar as sound 
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of the pack a mile, two miles, possibly 
but a few hundred yards away, and see 
in detail such a picture as cannot be put 
on canvas. Your ears are tuned to an 
accompanying chorus that the grand 
organ cannot duplicate—if you have 
the “know,” if you feel it, if you have 
the love of the chase inborn. Con- 

THEY TAKE SOME STIFF FENCES IN KENTUCKY 
can carry, tell you what hound is doing 
his work and what hound is not. This 
is one of the great joys of the night 
hunt. The man who has never turned 
his back to a bed of red coals, peered 
out into the night while the dew about 
him congealed into a frost and listened 
to a sterling race hour after hour has 
never lived—wholly. Under favorable 
conditions, and in the vast stillness of 
the night, you have but to close your 
eyes when there comes to you, from the 
dark silent woods, the melodious cry 
trary to many well founded beliefs and 
customs this is fox hunting—high 
ground fox hunting. No pink teas at 
the club house afterward, no discus- 
sion as to the relative merits of jump- 
ers, but a cold lunch from your hunting 
coat pocket and a closer and deeper 
understanding of the hounds in your 
pack. 
Kentucky has always been noted for 
its beautiful women, fine horses and 
good whisky. As horses and hounds 
always go together, it is not, therefore, 
