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FOREST AND STREAM. 



[Julv 16, 1885. 



of it out of Burke's Peerage, adopting only the Christian 

 names. It took better than auy pedigree I ever heard of, and 

 Googles won the prize. But my wife" made enemies of seven- 

 teen of her most intimate lady friends, all of whom have been 

 trying to buy or steal Googles ever since. 



"Now that Googles has become a winner, he b as put on 

 more frills than a" dozen virgin qtteens. He smashes things, 

 chews things, bites things, destroys things and steals things. 

 He gets stoic, and the family physician has to be called in. He 

 has the canker, and when he gets well of it he starts m on the 

 mange. He gets better and has to ride in the park. He 

 recovers and he gobbles everything he sees. Just run your 

 eye over this paper," concluded Mr. Lanjan, "aud see what 

 Googles has cost during the month: 



GOOGLES'S EXPENSE ACCOUNT, 



To 3 sofa cushions at $16 each 145.00 



\\4 doz. table napkins at *24 per doz 30 00 



4 day shirts 20.00 



2 night shirts 5.00 



1 umbrella stand, smashed 18.00 



1 new glass eye ' 2.35 



1 bearskin hearth rug 70.00 



4 neighbors' cats at 50 cents each 2.00 



For perpetuating color (Bill, the faker) 20.00 



o\4 pounds Trenton sausage at 18 cents 09 



1 1% pounds prime steak at 25 cents 2.91 



2 tooth brushes 80 



1 doll's house f umiture 7.50 



Sundry brie a brae 32,50 



New bonnet for Mrs. L 45. 00 



New muff for Mrs. L 35.00 



New shoes for Mrs L 10.00 



1 kitchen poker, bent on Googles 60 



Life insurance for Googles 9.00 



$362.68 

 "Yes, $362.68, now don't ask me to buy any more dogs, 

 because I am going out of the business." 



A FOX HUNT WITH BEAGLES. 



Editor Fore si and Stream: 



It is very annoying to our lovers of the beagle to have men 

 come around and say, "Of what use are those little fice?" and 

 when informed that they are hounds. "Hounds! why they 

 couldn't catch a fox in a lifetime, they couldn't run a rabbit 

 around to you in a day. They would break down on one good 

 race anyhow," and all such talk, and by men who have had no 

 experience with the beagle, and perhaps have never seen one 

 before, know nothing of their staying power or of their in- 

 domitable determination to follow the track until the finish. 



I remember once last winter when out on a hunt I met 

 with a gentleman bent on the same errand. We joined issues, 

 Ue with his two foxhounds (and I think they were the largest 

 I ever saw). I with my six beagles. Well, I must acknowledge 

 that my little thirteen and fourteen inch' fellows looked rather 

 insignificant by them, they could run clear under them and 

 never touch a hair. 



We soon started a rabbit, away dashed the yearhogs of 

 dogs, they went away from my little fellows so fast that I was 

 afraid it would discourage them. But at the bugle call of old 

 Blue Cap the other five packed to him and went off in hue style. 

 As they were going out of hearing over the ridge the two large 

 dogs were bringing the rabbit back across the ridge about two 

 hundred yards above where she crossed. 



I stole a glance at the owner and saw a smile lurking in the 

 corners of his mouth. 



The game ran below us aud took to a brier swamp in the 

 valley below, we went down to get a shot at her as they drove 

 her out. Well, here was a failure, they would bow around 

 but wouldn't enter, their bodies were too large and then hair 

 too short and thin to take the briers. Hark! what fierce 

 ceaseless cry is that descending the mountain? See! six little 

 hounds burst into sight and make for the swamp, running so 

 closely packed that a table cloth would cover the lot. 



Did they pause when they struck the swamp? No, sir; that 

 scent was too intoxicating to that delicate nose, with one fierce 

 cry they disappeared in the briers. 



The game ran the swamp back and forth, but it was useless 

 to try to shake those eager little pursuers off. Finally she 

 broke cover to fall to in> T hammerless. It is useless for me to 

 mention the number of times this same performance was re- 

 enacted that day, but will say that at dark those big hounds 

 were content to pack with my little ones. Now, my fox- 

 hound men. we don't pit our little pets against your big ones 

 on then- legitimate game. They have their game, ours have 

 theirs; but we do say that ours are better on their legitimate 

 game. 



But to my story. Every few days last spring some one 

 would come into my place of business and tell me about packs 

 of foxhounds running a fox on the old Eskridge tract, but 

 couldn't kill him. Each informant would state that lie would 

 run in the open country until pressed, then take to an old 

 field of about twenty acres that had been partly cleared, but 

 the brush was never burned. Bushes of about two years' 

 growth and briers had entwined around the brush so as to 

 make an almost impenetrable cover, and when Mr. Reynard 

 got in there he could laugh his pursuers to scorn. 



The thought took possession of my mind that the Edgewood 

 beagle pacK could Mil that fox. The more I thought of it the 

 stronger the conviction became. But how to get him started ; 

 for I knew if 1 went in there with my beagles they would start 

 a rabbit. Suddenly the thought flashed through my mind, 

 why not get some good old foxhoimd. let him start the game, 

 then put mine in. One hour after this thought occurred to 

 me I was on the way to a neighbor's house who had an old 

 foxhound that had been the best of the best, but had now 

 taken a back seat under the weight of ten summers, but was 

 as eood a starter as ever. Next morning the first Streak of 

 dawn in the east found me nearing the old field with six 

 beagles in the wagon, the old dog trotting along in the ad- 

 vance. 



What! the old fellow scents game already of some kind, for 

 it was just light enough to see him stop in the middle of the 

 road turn back and forth in quick succession, up the road 

 he bounds for fifty yards; he sniffs at that rock. An! listen to 

 that deep-toned nay. A fox, as I five, and not more than half 

 an hour ahead, either. 



His deep cry echoed and re-echoed through the still morning 

 air several times, and he moved off toward the brush field at 

 quite a lively gait. Be still, little men, your time will come 

 after awhile, for with the strike of the old dog my wagonload 

 had set up an eager whine. The old dog is nearing the Held. 



Now, why hadn't 1 thought of it before, for the fox will 

 break cover on the other side of the field, and if I was around 

 there I ooidd put mine in with the old dog. Go, horses, and 

 away we go at a spinning rate. The half mile is made in a 

 few minutes, but as quick as we came the old hound is past 

 the middle of the field (the brush not being very thick in the 

 center) and is laboriously pushing his way toward my stand. 

 I unchain the beagles but bid them remain in the wagon. 

 Neat er and nearer comes the old dog. Surely the sly rascal 

 hasn't left the brush and taken to the open woods to seek his 

 hiding place. I hear a scratching on the fence, and looking up 

 the fence thirty steps I see ins f oxship cross the road at a leap 

 and disappear in the woods with his brush straight out behind 

 liim. 



Just as ho is crossing the road, the eager bay of the old 

 hound told that he had gotten to his bed. Come here, little 

 men, and at a motion of my hand the beagles came tumbling 

 out. Now is the time for you to show that my confidence in 

 you is not misplaced. But wait for the old dog to come up. 

 By the time we reach the crossing the hound is jumping the 



fence. Here old Blue Cap, you, too. Blue Bell, as you have 

 snuffed the scent of a fox before, lead off next the old hound 

 and let the younger ones follow. 



At the command in old Blue Cup goes, sniffs the tainted 

 ground, bristles raised erect, and with a fierce cry bounds 

 away in the wake of the old dog. Old Blue Bell goes next, 

 giving tongue, followed by the young ones. Before I can 

 hardly write it, they were nearly out of hearing, heading 

 toward the open country. 



I have stood on the passway and saw the noble buck wilt 

 at the crack of my rifle, have hunted bear in the canebrakes 

 of Eastern Texas, but I must acknowledge that I was never 

 more excited in my life, although no one knew r of this deter- 

 mined kill but myself. I was so eager for success that I was 

 completely carried away ; it took me fifteen minutes to recover 

 my composure. 



The dogs were clear out of hearing, but knowing the fox 

 would return when pressed, I didn't follow them. I turn my 

 team around, fix them m a good place, and walk lefeurely to 

 the top of the hill at the other end of the fence. I listen in- 

 tently for the dogs, but can hear nothing of them; I take a 

 seat on the fence and fall into a reverie. I think of the many 

 hunts I have had over this same ground and of tne many 

 pleasant friends I have had with me. 



I was aroused by the. baying of a hound in nearly an oppo- 

 site direction from the one taken by the fox. It is so distant 

 I can't tell whether it is the old hoimd or not. I jump off the 

 fence and place my ear near a large pine tree. Yes, that is 

 him, aud there is old Blue Cap, too. They are crossing a 

 cliff off on Rock Creek. Then I hear no more of them for 

 forty minutes, when they burst into hearing about half way 

 back on the double and headed straight for the field. Five 

 minutes more and they come into plain hearing, and I was 

 gratified to hear the young dogs in full concert with the old 

 ones. Ten minutes more and the fox crossed about one hun- 

 hred yards below me and takes to the brush, with the pack 

 about three hundred yards behind him. Young Blue Cap and 

 Countess, two thirteen months' pups, a little to the front, 

 other four right at them, with the old hound about twenty- 

 five yards behind. Poor old fellow, you strive nobly to keep 

 up, but your sceptre has departed. 



Do they leap the fence? No, but slip through and have 

 plunged into the brush and are rnakiug nearly as good time 

 as when in the open woods. Why. old fellow, why that dismal 

 howl; can't you go where the little fellows do? for after jump- 

 ing the fence he attempted to f ollow the pack, but those pierc- 

 ing thorns and thick brush were too much for him. He lifted 

 his head high in the air and shouted with very anger because 

 he couldn't go too. But listen! the pack are in the very mid- 

 dle of the field aud are quartering and making short doubles, 

 Surely you havn't left the fox for a rabbit. After running in 

 there about thirty minutes they moved to the other end of the 

 field. Surely that is not a rabbit. No, it can't be, for they 

 give tongue too fierce. Ah ! they have tinned and are coining 

 this way; nearer they come, until hardly a hundred yards 

 from me, when suddenly at my very feet the fox slipped out 

 of the brush (for [ was again on the fence) and made for the 

 woods. Oh yes, old fellow, I guess you think those big boys 

 are not after you now; those little fellows press you as hard 

 in there as in the open. 



The old hound was a short distance off, saw him cross the 

 road, and made right for his track. One call to my pack, and 

 they were to me and the whole business went off at a lively 

 gate, it not more than two hundred yards off. They 'went out of 

 hearing again, but were soon coming back again. 



About this time Mr. Taylor came up: "Why, Will, I never 

 saw a rabbit run as that one does." "Well, you see," says I, 

 "it is a regular old woods fellow." In this time the pack 

 were only about two hundred yards from the fence further 

 down, when the fox ran out into the road, jumping the fence, 

 went into the brush again, "Why 1 it is a fox," exclaimed Mr. 

 Taylor, in great astonishment, "and they would kill him in fif- 

 teen minutes if they could get a run on him in the open woods; 

 but he is safe now." ''Wait and see," says I. All this time 

 they were running in the brush just as if after a rabbit and 

 with little difficulty. After running the length of the field 

 several times, Mr. Taylor and myself went to the other end of 

 the field, and as the pack tinned and started back, I took one 

 side, Mr. Taylor the other, and made all the noise we could ; 

 and made our way as fast as possible through the brush, and 

 forced him out into the woods again. Don't know how far 

 the pack was behind him, but don't think they were any 

 further than when entering the brush, 



"He is going to Rock Creek Cliff," exclaimed Mr. Taylor, 

 "but if he starts there he will never get there." They went 

 nearly out of hearing, when with a short double, right back — 

 nearer, nearer they came, fiercer and more determined be- 

 comes the cry of the pack. Mr. Taylor jumps on the fence, 

 and lifting his hat, cries, 'T will bet fifty dollars they will 

 catch him before reaching the fence." Nearer, nearer— will 

 the fox never cross the road? The pack are not one hundred 

 yards from the fence. Still they come; young dogs are not 

 giving tcngue. Yonder he conies! Yonder he comes, with 

 the pups catching at him. One of them has caught him. And 

 such was tne case; for, runuing about two yards in advance 

 of the others, young Blue Cap caught him within fifty yards 

 of the fence, with Countess next, young Blue Bell next, fol- 

 lowed by the rest of the pack. The fox turned on them when 

 in a few yards of catching him. Suppose he thought he could 

 whip such little fellows, but the old dogs were only a few 

 yards behind the young ones. Mr. Taylor says he never saw 

 a fox killed quicker. The old hound was clean out of the 

 race; never came back from the second dash. 



You may know with what pride I stripped his brush off, 

 caressed my panting little pack, took them all in the wagon 

 and reached home at 12 o'clock. Now, I won't say that they 

 ran the whole chase without making any breaks or checks, 

 for they were many, but of veiy short duration. 



You will E&y, did you try to catch another? I will tell you 

 no, sir, audi don't expect to. If I do it will be with a pack of 

 foxhounds, I only wanted to catch one with the Edgewood 

 beagle pack, because I believed they could do it. Now lam 

 satisfied foxes are not their game, so they ought not to be used 

 for them. When men not knowing see my pack, say they 

 can't catch a fox, can they? I only say foxes arc not their 

 game. 



But every rose has its thorns. I am sorry to write that that 

 was young' Blue Cap's last race. Being tired and hungry, I 

 suppose he went dowu to the tanyard that evening and ate a 

 big lot of fleshings which had been limed, and he died in three 

 days -with inflammation of the bowels. He would sway his 

 head from side to side in an agony of pain, yet never a whim- 

 per of complaint escaped him. Lived game; died game. His last 

 moments were passed in my arms, I have another five- 

 months old, a brother to him, but not fitter brother, very 

 much like him. Have named him Blue Cap, and he gives 

 promise of filling his place. My hand is tired— will close. 



Houndry, 



Pine View, Va. 



THE MILWAUKEE DOG SHOW —The premium fist of 

 the dog show to be held in Milwaukee, Wis. , next September, 

 is ready for delivery. There aie extra champion classes for 

 English setters, Irish setters, pointers, and Irish waier span- 

 iels. The prize in all champion classes is #10 or medal, as may 

 be preferred. Prizes in the open classes are §10 and £5, and 

 •f 7 and $3 in puppy classes. The show will be held under rules 

 of the A K. C, Entries close Sept. 22. John D. Olcott, man- 

 ager. 



A PACING DOG.— I have a pointer bitch which paces like 

 a horse, that is, moves both feet on one side at once. Is it a 

 common gait with dogs?— Redwing (Glencoe, Volusia Co, , Fla.) 

 [Very common.] 



"GONE TO THE DOGS."— That was the exclamation of 

 Mr, John M. Tracy, the painter of dogs, when, after years of 

 study, privation, and striving, he was compelled to abandon 

 historical and landscape painting, rub out his canvas, and 

 draw upon it whathe felt as a degrading surrender to nece'ss'ty, 

 to the claims of bread and butter. And now, after having 

 won fame and an income as a painter of animals, he still 

 describes himself, but with a cheerful resignation, a* having 

 "gone to the dogs." His picture of "Close Work," in the 

 Prize Fund Exhibition of the American Art Association, now 

 open in New York city, places him in the first rank of artists 

 in his kind. Yet he remembers his first ambition much as the 

 poet does who begins in youth with verse, then, vie 1 ding to 

 the demands of the present and the popu ar taste, ends with 

 prose. Thus the great majority of men of youthful, loftv 

 aspirations, admiring the heights, asGoetnesaid, but impatient 

 of the painful, slow steps to it, give up then- visions, and run 

 the race set before them by their fellows, and accept the 

 world and life on aa obvious, easy plane, going intellectually 

 and morally to the dogs. But a reminiscence lingers in the 

 heart, or else there woidd be no recognition of the few who 

 a,re faithful to the high inward light, nor any perception or 

 appreciation of the models of character, art, literature. For 

 these appeal to the dimmed, but never quite dead, ideas of 

 the human soul. The sportsmen are naturally Mr. Tracy's 

 best customers and chief admirers. However, there is a high 

 point in art, which, when it is reached, the special or technical 

 subjects are lost sight of; it is thjB feeling or life that is put 

 into them, which triumphs over the humble, limited character 

 of the chosen subject, and which calls foi th the enthusiasm of 

 th( sympathetic spectator. Then at length the artist appeals, 

 even when he paints dogs, from mere sportsmen to lovers of 

 art; and, in fact, it is at this point, probably, that a great 

 animal painter parts company with animal fanciers and works 

 for the applause of those who can see beauties of another and 

 higher order. This happens when the artist can portray the 

 inward nature, as well as the outward form, of animals; when 

 he loves them, when he has gone, down into their very being, 

 a3 Roos did, aud knows what it is that gives to the animal his 

 precise form and particular action. The modern interest in 

 the good treatment of all domestic animals, and also the 

 limited protection of game of all kinds, brings every day the 

 lower animal world nearer to men ; and he becomes more and 

 more interested in its life, as not so completely separated from 

 his own as he was wont to think. The dog and the horse have 

 always been dear to man, as having by nature a certain degree 

 of sagacity, memory and fidelity. There are historic dogs and 

 horses. But all other orders of the animal creation are known to 

 us merely in their general classification. As individuals we know 

 them while we possess or capture them, but their memory is 

 seldom perpetuated by their own actions or man's affection' or 

 becomes embalmed in story and poetry. Even when painted or 

 sculptured, they are still not individualized. They are a 

 gallery of unknown portraits. Thus in an lords it over what 

 is below him, yet at the same time shows his appreciation by 

 making it the subject of study which leads to a more humane 

 view of his relations to what is usually wholly at his mercy 

 and subject to his will. Then ho paints the sheep, the kine. 

 the dog and the horse; and certainly when we have looked 

 upon Roos's or Landseer's sheep, Paul Potter's bulls, or Mr. 

 Tracy's dogs, we have a clearer notion of animal life, and are 

 more kindly disposed toward it. Art can dignify and make 

 poetry of all nature; and that constitutes its moral value. No 

 douot Phidias made the Athenians more reverential and 

 thoughtful by his statue of Pallas Minerva: but he also made 

 them a little more genial and tender when he exhibited a 

 common house fly in bronze, all as perfect as his greatest 

 works. All who saw it fell in love with flies, and children 

 tore off then wiugs no more. Man's benevolence is natural 

 toward what he loves; and his humanity will increase by 

 knowledge and admiration of what is under bis domain. He 

 will then himt men with more discretion and mercy; and he 

 will, with Izaak Walton, kill the trout as if he loved him. 

 Whoever paints animals or fish with a genuine love for them, 

 born of patient observation and study, kindles in us, too, a 

 Jove for them. He teaches us the lesson of humanity, and has 

 not gone to the dogs in rain.— .John At bee in the Christian. 

 Union. 



MANGE. — At a late meeting of the New York Derma- 

 tological Society, Dr. Henry A. Piflard exhibited two dogs 

 which were subjects of mange. The first shown was a 

 Gordon setter, which had suffered from trichophytosis two 

 years previously. In this case the patch had been attacked 

 with the utmost vigor, resulting in the cure of the disease, but 

 leaving a spot permanently bald. The second dog was a 

 Yorkshire terrier that had been brought to him about a week 

 before. In this case the hair had fallen from the greater part 

 of the dog's body during a period of about two months, and 

 the fall was unaccompanied By any signs of local irritation, 

 the skin not being in the least congested or presenting any 

 abnormal appearance whatever except the loss ol the hair 

 With reference to these cases, Dr. P. remarked that the com- 

 mon word mange was applied to numerous cutaneous affec- 

 tions of the canine family. He said that for many years he 

 had kept dogs, and that several of his dogs had suffered froin 

 "mange." Besides this he had examined a good many dogs 

 belonging to friends, and had observed several distinct forms 

 of cutaneous diseases among them. One form, which was by 

 no means common, was clearly an eczema, and was, perhaps, 

 due to overfeeding, lack of exercise, etc. This form was, of 

 course, not contagious. The other forms of "mange" were 

 contagious, and referable to parasites. Dogs suffered from 

 the invasion of itch insects (Sarcoptcs canis) from lice and 

 from an entozoon folliculorum. Dr. P. had never personally 

 met with any of these, but stated that the follicular parasite 

 sometimes gave rise to exceedingly grave symptoms. Of the 

 phyto-parasitic diseases, ringworm was not infrequently met 

 with, but the most common form of mange that ho had met 

 with was not due to any of the causes mentioned. It was 

 characterized by pityriasis, accompanied by pruritus, and in 

 a shore time by falling of the hair. The patches were usually 

 circular, which united oy extension. The pruritus was quite 

 severe, aud led to scratching, with the development of various 

 secondary lesions. This form of disease Dr. P. believed to be 

 due to a phyto-parasite, but he had not given the matter 

 thorough examination. It was a readily curable affection, as 

 almost any of the mange cures in common use would cine it 

 These were almost without exception composed of the follow- 

 ing ingredients: Tar, turpentine and sulphur, with a little 

 oil. Crude petroleum, keimene, and other substances were 

 sometimes used. In the forms of mange due to animal 

 parasites, the combination above mentioned was very 

 effective. Dr. P. was by no means certain that the last 

 described form of mange-was confined to dogs, but suspected 

 that it might be the cause of some of the cases of alopecia 

 furfuracea met with in men. In the human subject the 

 affection was almost always chronic, while in the dog it was 

 an acute affection. There was still another i'oma of mange, 

 exemplified in the Yorkshire terrier- shown, the nature of 

 Which was not clear. — lounurf of (.'tdaneoua Diseases, 



PEDIGREE WANTED.— Editor Forest, and Stream: Will 

 some one kindly furnish me with the pedigree of my red Irish 

 setter doe ? He. is in the neighborhood of two years old, and 

 was purchased about sixteen mouths since in New York by 

 Hon. H. M. Weed, of Plattsburg, N. Y. His name was Mike, 

 Mioo or Mitchell. Mr. Weed purchased two others with him. 

 — L. C. Anobus (Box 530, Malone, N. Y.). 



A LA RGE LITTER.— The mastiff bitch Ohe owned by Mr. 

 James J. Lynn, Port Huron, Mich., whelped onMay 84 

 two puppies, six dogs and sixteen bitches. The litter previous. 

 to this numbered eighteen. 



