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absence of formality and the goodnatured chaff and banter all 
tended to make one forget such a state as city life, with ita 
hardness and meanness, and content to enjoy to the full this 
elysium of sport. 
In the hunts up North and in most hunts in England, the 
men hunt to ride, here they ride to hunt. The music of the 
hounds is the magnet that draws them from their cosy beds 
while the stars and moon are still bright to follow the tor- 
tuous windings of the woodland paths in the gray dawn or 
leave their warm fireside to spend the best part of the night 
in the gloomy woodland pathways listening to the ebb 
and flow of the hound chorus. And what patience these men 
have — and women too, for woman's rights in the hunting 
field are conceded the world over but nowhere more so than 
in Kentucky. There is no style h*sre, the pink and the tops 
and white cords and the 1,000-dollar hunters are unknown, 
but probably there is a more genuine love of sport hidden 
under their rough exteriors than could be found under the 
pink coat of the average post , and rail fencer in the swell 
hunts. 
The horses of the men who followed the hounds at Olympia 
were simply saddled with the ambition of their owners to 
"get thar;" the foppery of the chase was entirely absent. 
Their hunting horns, hanging to their shoulders by a strip of 
rawhide, once ornamented the crest of some departed cow 
or bullock, but their tone is sweeter far than the blare of the 
metal ones in vogue where style reigns supreme, and the 
mellow, rythmical winding of a Walker's horn beats Strauss 
or Chopin all to boots. 
I might as well explain here that the jumping which con- 
stitutes the charm of hunting for most men is a very sec- 
ondary consideration here, There is doubtless just as much 
of the daredevil spirit which prompts men to take a five- 
barred gate, and it finds its outcome in sending their horses 
at such ugly-looking places as no one in his sane moments 
would think of climbing up or sliding down. Their fences 
are, as arule, simply "unjumpable," f or a Virginia^rail fence^ 
with eight or nine bars up would stop even a Filemaker. , 
Here they pull them down to three rails and the horses crawl 
over or jump just as they like, and as many of the mounts 
are the family buggy horses it is generally a crawl. 
There is one phase of the fox hunting here that disappoints 
and irritates one who is imbued with the style of hunting in 
England or with some of our packs in the North, and this is 
that no sooner do you imagine that, with a few others who 
have pushed ahead, you are well away from the ruck, and 
have the hounds to yourselves, than in turning some corner 
you find twenty or thirty others standing at ease, quietly 
enjoying the sport, seemingly without having made much 
effort. He who has enjoyed the feeling of being alone with 
the hounds will appreciate what I mean. 
Another interesting phase of hunting down here is the 
prominent part the mule plays in the day's sport. Some 
of them are good jumpers when put to it, but have little 
judgment of distance and must be difficult to ride. Prob- 
ably in no other country outside the Shires of England could 
one find such a crowd of horsemen. 
Of course this was a special, advertised hunt, but a field 
of nearly 200 horsemen in all their various equipments was 
a sight at once unique and interesting. A number of ladies 
participated in the fun, but to such straight riders as Miss 
Carrie Lee Hathaway, Miss Mayme Robinson and Miss 
Lady Prewitt must be accorded the palm, in lieu of a brush. 
They were among the first to arrive and the last to leave. 
After hunting in the early morning hours they were as ready 
and eager to participate in the night hunting as their fathers 
or brothers. No wonder Kentuckians are such fox hunters 
when it's bred in their mothers like that. And the negroe's 
love of the sport is aptly illustrated in his answer to Judge 
Perry, who had asked a nigger, as dark as the ace of spades, 
to get him some possums. The tone of contempt in which 
he answered, "Ma dawgs are fox dawgs. I ain't got none o' 
dem possum dawgs," was very amusing. 
On Wednesday night there was a gay house party, a 
number of ladies having attended the hunt from neighbor- 
ing towns, under the chaperonage of Mrs. Thomson, and 
the energy with which they all engaged in a good old game 
of blind man's buff was surprising considering they had 
been seven' or eight hours in the saddle during the day. 
Another night there was a candy pulling, and so it went 
throughout the week, resulting in a novel sensation for 
those whose experience of field trials generally prompts them 
to wish the monotony over as quickly as possible. 
Among the sportsmen present were men whose names are 
household words throughout the State. General W. H. 
Gentry, for instance, a happy example of a gallant Ken- 
tuckian, was the life of the party, and therefore a sports- 
man in every sense; Col. Hamilton is another, accomplished 
and refined to a degree, his family is noted throughout the 
State as eager foxhunters. Then there was Dr. Wash. 
Miller, whose kindly care that visitors should feel welcome 
was much appreciated; and Roger Williams, who is always 
to the front in any sport, but the list might be extended indefi- 
nitely. It would be impossible to give the names of all who 
took part in the hunt, but we give those who stayed at the 
hotel and cottages: 
A. Ware, Washington Court House, O ; Howard Tracy, F. 
J. Hagans, Harry L. Means, Louisville, Ky. ; the Strodes 
Valley Hunt Club, of Winchester, Ky., consisting of mem- 
bers J. B. and W. N. Ramsey, Dr. Wash. Miller, Capt. Lee- 
land Hathaway, Jas. F. Winn, J. P. Pendleton and J. M. 
Hodgkin; E. S. Jouett, Jr., Winchester: Roger Williams, 
Desha Breckinride, B, S. Coyle, Dr. W. B. McClure, Judge 
J, W. Perry and Dr. Silas Evans, Lexington, Ky.; B. Hay- 
man, Chicago: A. B. Kinney, Worcester, Mass.; John Fox, 
Jr. and Max Klepper, representing Century; R. S. Albin and 
Cuas. Martin. MiUersburg, Ky.; A. M. Bedford, J. A. Gibson, 
W. B. Calk, W. B. McKinney, Robt. Fletcher, C. G. Panfan, 
J. W. Shront, John Botts, Dickv Meeden, J. Will How J S 
Wyatt, R. J. Gettles, A. T. Thompson, T. W. Anderson, J 
G. Johnson, all of Mt. Sterling, Ky.; A. Kulnaer, Salt River, 
Ky.; D. E. and J. C. Peters, North Baltimore, O.; L. T. An- 
derson, Cincinnati, O.; W. S. Walker, Point Leavitt, Ky • E 
H. Walker, A. K. Walker and R. W. Walker, of Hammock,' 
Ky.; J. H. Emby, Silver Creek, Ky.; T. L. Philips, A. Gran- 
ville Smith, L. T. Bush, R. D. Baldwin, J. H. Oden, Col H 
P. Thomson, Nelson V. Prewitt, M.D., P. B. Winn and Carr 
Caiman, of Winchester, Ky. ; David Prewitt, Pine Grove, Ky. • 
Dr. W. F. Stnrgill, Creedo, W. Va.; J H. Kinnerley, Ken- 
nana, Ky. ; J. D. Donner, Willis Crabb, Sam Moss, Owings- 
ville, Ky.; James McCue and son, Sharpsburg, Ky.; H C. 
Trigg, Glasgow, Ky.; J. F. Spencer, Pine Grove, Ky.; Gen.W. 
H Gentry, Gentry Place, Ky.; J. H. Williams, H. Clay Wil- 
liams and Victor K. Williams, French burg, Ky.; Ernes Gil- 
lespie and W. H. Bridges, Judy, Ky.; N. F. Pierce, Spencer, 
Ky.; Geo. Ray burn, Canuaigo, Ky.; J. J. Mark, Coventry, 
Ky.; W. J. Lampton, Washington, D. O; Jas. H. Cunning- 
ham, Austerlitz, Ky. 
The ladies who were in attendance were Mrs. Emma 
Walker Herr, one of Kentucky's foremost literary women; 
Mrs, Silas Evans, of Lexington, Ky.; Mrs. H. P. Thomson, 
Thomson, Ky.; Miss Speck, St. Louis; Miss Cabell, Wash- 
ington, D. O; Miss Gay, Winchester, Ky.; Miss Estill, 
Jasper, Ky.; Miss Tillie Cox and Miss Bessie Faulkner, Ver- 
sailles, Ky. 
Such a list as this shows the widespread interest that was 
taken by sportsmen generally in the meet. 
With the exception of the incidont in which Judge Perry 
was identified, and which is spoken of elsewhere, the best of 
feeling prevailed, although naturally there was some disap- 
pointment felt when it became necessary to declare the trials 
off. 
The Derby was drawn on Monday night, Nov. 19, and the 
entries were as follows; 
F. J. Hagans' black, tan and white bitch White Toes 
(Judge— Nellie), September, 1893, breeder, Howard Tracy. 
F. J. Hagans' black, tan and white bitch White Nose 
(Wake— Lize), August, 1893, breeder, W. S. Walker. 
Strodes Valiey Hunt Club's black and tan bitch Genessee 
(Bonny— Betsy), June 1, 1893, breeder, L. Parker, 
hi A. Ware's blue and ticked dog Guy (Old Hen— Maud), 
June 13, 1893, breeder, Ed. Templeton. 
W. S. Walker's black, white and tan dog Big Strive (Im- 
ported Strive— Sal), June 1, 1893, breeder, owner. 
W. S. Walker's black, white and tan bitch Fannie (Wake 
— Mollie), June, 1893, breeder, owner. 
The secretary having for some unaccountable reason re- 
turned home with the books before the meeting closed, we 
are indebted to Mr. Hagans for the particulars, breeding, 
births, etc. 
TUESDAY. 
The thermometer had dropped with a rush during the 
night, and though it felt like home for the Northerners the 
denizens of the sunny South looked blue. The ground was 
as hard as nails and those, who have run beagles in such 
weather knew just what to expect, for the sun was peeping 
over the mountain tops long before we started. There was 
a long delay at the start; horses were scarce, for some had 
broken loose in the night and returned home, and saddles 
were at a premium. Here is where a little more maugerial 
executive ability would have been valuable and pertinent. 
The judges had not arrived, and this led to another wait 
until it was after 9 o'clock when the cavalcade moved toward 
the woods near the hotel. The judges were Col. Hamilton, 
Bart Coyle, W. W. Huffstetter; huntsman, L. T. Anderson, 
chairmen of field committee, F. J. Hagans. The hounds 
were cast off and we followed through the brush, over 
rapidly rising ground until in certain parts the side of a 
house would illustrate its steepness, and horses had to hang 
on by their teeth. Finally we reached the summit of Knob 
Hill, one of the loftiest points among the surrounding hills. 
The view was simply entrancing, wooded hills ranging one 
behind the other, dotted here and there by a little clearing 
that marked the humble home of some squatter; a village or 
two could be seen in the hazy distance nestled peacefully in 
its russet envelope. 
We were so high up that it seemed as if we could see most 
of the U. S., in fact Roger Williams said we could see Gib- 
raltar and the Eiffel Tower on a clear day, but then he may 
have been only joking. The hounds were feathering in the 
gullies below but there was no scent, and but for an occa- 
sional whimper from an over-exuberant youngster it would 
have been difficult to tell where they were. We worked on 
across a chain of ridges, indulging our horses in a series of 
scrambles and slides. This continued until we met some 
niggers in the bottoms who could give us no closer informa- 
tion as to the whereabouts of reynard than that one had 
been run by their hounds the night before. We then worked 
to the east and did some roading for a mile or two and ral- 
lied at a large tobacco barn. Here we sunned ourselves for 
an hour or so while the hounds were tonguing now and then 
in the woods above, but finally the horns sounded and they 
straggled in by ones and twos. A consultation was held by 
the judges and committee and they wisely concluded to re- 
turn to the hotel and try again toward sundown. A canter 
home and dinner followed. Afterward we looked over the 
hounds and found a rather "scratch" pack. The Walker 
hounds, most of them, were running to the English type, 
and so were some of the Strodes Valley's, whose recent im- 
portations from the Holderness Hunt, in Yorkshire, are 
beginning to make their mark. The others were more or 
less of the native type, snipy and leggy, the best of them 
being a couple of smart ones belonging to Mr. Hagans and 
others of Mr. Ware's. Mr. Kinney had his Ned and the cele- 
brated Logan, and thelatter naturally attracted much atten- 
tion. 
To make a short story shorter, we started again about 5 
P. M., and putting in near the hotel the hounds struck at 
once, and there was some lively trailing in the rough wood- 
land, and Strive and one of Hagau's hounds did some smart 
hunting. It-soon became too dark to follow the hounds, and 
we waited in the bridle paths listening to the music. The 
hounds could be heard driving down below .us in the burnt 
woods and 
"Fond echo seemed to like the sport 
And joined the jovial cry, 
The woods, the hill, the sound retort, 
And music filled the sky." 
Finally the hounds drove the fox into the cliffs, as Messrs. 
Hagans and Walker ascertained. The retreat was sounded 
and we turned our horses' heads toward home. It was not 
long before the amateurs were between the sheets and 
dreaming of the big fences they would take in the morning. 
There was no decision given in the Derby, 
WEDNESDAY. 
There was not much frost during the night and conditions 
seemed more favorable for trailing. Another large crowd 
was out again, there being anywhere from 130 to 150 horse- 
men. Starting about 6:30 A.M. from the hotel, we roaded 
Z% miles and then cast off at edge of woods. 
The following hounds had been drawn in the first heat of 
the Champion Stake, which had closed with 36 entries 
divided into 3 heats: 
F. J. Hagans' black, white and tan dog Banjo (Sport- 
Rose), September, 1892, breeder, Lee Barbour. 
A. Ware's black, white and tan bitch Maud (Jumbo— Old 
Fly), Nov. 2, 1890, breeder, W. Robinson. 
A. B. F. Kinney's black and tan dog Ned (breeder and 
breeding unknown), 1891. 
W. W. Huffstetter's white and tan dog Turk (Scully- 
Bessie), May, 1890, breeder, owner. 
A. M. Bedford's black dog Nig (Ralf— Cloudy), June, 1891, 
breeder, owner. 
Bourbon Kennels' white, black and tan bitch Lulu (Bolivar 
—Fancy), April, 1887, breeder, F. C. Riddel. 
Strodes Valley Hunt Club's white and black bitch May 
(Calvin— Dinah;, April, 1892, breeder, Geo. Brown. 
Iroquis Hunt Club's black, white and tan bitch Rallie (Joe 
Cotton, Jr. — Solist), February, 1893, breeder, Harry L. 
Means. 
W. S. Walker's blue bitch Kate (Little Bourbon ), 1891, 
breeder, W. S. Piersall. 
E. H. Walker's white and black dog Rock (Trav— Bessie) 
1891, breeder, R. L. Walker. h 
^ C. M. Corvin's blue ticked dog Bird (breeding unknown), 
The judges to-day were Messrs. H. C. Trigg, Alexander 
Scobee and Col. A. W. Hamilton. 
Mr. Walker's Rock and Mr. Hagans's Banjo cried a trail, 
and the other handlers, urging their hounds to them, excited 
the eager dogs, and the whole crowd dashed through the 
woods and pushed the forward hounds on what proved to be 
a false scent or back track. Banjo and Rock again hit off 
right and the balance packed to them, add for a mile or two 
there was pretty stiff going. The huntsman, Mr. Anderson, 
took a header in the scramble, and losing his horse in the 
woods, gamely footed it to the nearest farmhouse, and pro- 
curing a better mount continued in the chase. Then Willis 
Goodman plunged into a quaking quagmire, from which it 
took the united exertions of the company to extricate him. 
Boughs and limbs of trees were thrown on the mud, a cor- 
duroy was made over the quaking stuff, and he was enabled 
to escape. The hounds had thus got well away, but we 
caught up with them in another mile or so. It was great 
fun. Howard Tracy and several others were left hanging on 
the trees and vainly "skinning the cat." It was not long 
before the unwieldy crowd had caused the hounds to overrun 
again, and rattled them so that it was impossible to keep the 
trail, which at best was getting cold; so they were called off 
and a move made to another region. Strict orders for the 
crowd to keep back were given, which were religiously ob- 
served till we turned a corner. It was getting quite warm 
again and everything was as dry as a bun except our shirts 
and horses. There had been some pretty stiff climbing dnr- 
iug this run, and how tbe horses held their feet is a marvel; 
but the riders stuck to them like so many monkeys. 
At noon a fox was jumped in a sheep pasture, but we lost 
it after a short dash. Two hounds coming from the crowd 
ran right across the line where the fox had been seen to go 
away after doubling, but they failed to take it up. The 
hounds were laid on where the fox had been seen to cross a 
road into the woods, but the leaves were so dry it was simply 
impossible to do more than a little cold trailing. This con- 
vinced us all that it was useless to attempt further hunting, 
and though a large territory was hunted out nothing was 
started and we returned home. In addition to the hot sun, 
the wind was quite strong and this was against us too. Mr. 
Trigg, one of the judges, is as game as they make them. He 
must be getting on for seventy, and although he dislocated 
his shoulder in getting out of the train on Monday night he 
was in the saddle all day acting as one of the judges, and I 
followed him up several nasty places that I felt pretty proud 
to negotiate though in perfect health. 
This was the only day in which we had some chance to see 
the hounds work, and it seemed to be a case of every hound 
for himself, for they would be scattered half a mile apart, 
thus requiring an amount of yelling and hallooing that 
must have distracted the hounds had they been on trail. A 
pleasant little episode was meeting a couple of sportsmen on 
horseback, who with three pointers, had been luckier in their 
line than we were, bagging quite a nice bunch of quail. 
It was after 5 P. M. when we reached the hotel, hungry as 
bears and tired out. 
The judges issued the following announcement in the 
evening: We have decided to continue in the finals the fol- 
lowing dogs in the order named: H. J. Hagans' Banjo, E. 
H. Walker's Rock, Corbin's Bird, Bourbon's Lulu. Judges: 
H. C. Trigg, Alexander Scobee, A. W. Hamilton. 
The social element in the party were in great form after 
supper, and it was late for fox hunters when we sought our 
hard but welcome straw couches, and lulled to sleep by the 
flickering wood fire, the fantastic shadows thrown on the wall 
soon changed in our dreams to gigantic foxes and house- 
high fence rails. 
THURSDAY. 
This should have been a good day's hunt but somehow 
everything seemed against us. The word was given for an 
early start, and the eager ones were up at 4:30 and while the 
moon was still shining brightly. We should have had break- 
fast at once and started forthwith, as it was intended to 
hunt in at the same part of the country as yesterday. 
The following hounds were drawn to run to-day: 
A. Ware's white and tan dog Drive (Grand— Trusty), 1891, 
breeder, John Young. 
Strodes Valley Hunt Club's white and tan dog Patsy 
Powell (Risque— Kate), 1889, breeder, W. G. Powell. 
A. M. Bedford's black dog Spokane (Ralph — Cloudy), June 
1890, breeder, owner. 
C. M. Corbin's white dog Joe (Barney— Alice), 1891, breeder, 
John Reed. 
W. S. Walker's black and tan dog Tom (Bloomer — Chinn, 
August, 1892, breeder, owner. 
E. H. Walker's blue ticked dog Joe Carr (Little Bourbon — 
), 1891, breeder, W. S. Walker. 
Bourbon Kennels' white bitch Ollie (Ball— Clay's Jennie), 
June, 1891, breeder, owner. 
F. J. Hagau's black and tan dog Brownie (Joe Cotton — 
Cora), November, 1889, breeder, N. T. Harris. 
A. B. F. Kinney's white, black and tan dog Logan (Logan 
— Star), breeder, A. Granville Smithe. 
Roger Williams's black and tan dog King (Henry's Scout 
— Henry's Speed), 1890, breeder, Priest Henry. 
Iroquois Hunt Club's black, white and tan dog King Lee 
(Joe Cotton, Jr. — Solish), February, 1893, breeder, Harry L. 
Means. 
Strodes Vallay Hunt's gray and red dog Perry (Yell — 
Ellen), 1891, breeder, Cooper Bros. 
Starting finally at 6:30, we had to halt on the roadside for 
one of the judges whose horse had escaped in the night, and 
and two of the hounds were missing, so that it was alter 7 
A. M. when the hounds were cast off, and the sun had gilded 
the trees for some time. At every step the crowd was in- 
creased by batches of ten or a dozen horsemen until there 
must have been 150 riders out. 
The judges to-day were Col. Hamilton, Alexander Scobee 
and Mr. B. Hayman, who was elected in place of Mr. Gran- 
ville Smithe. If ever hunters worked diligently for a find 
we did to-day. We marched up hill and down hill, hither 
and thither, but ne'er a red could we scare up. It was so 
warm that coats were a burden, and if we had viewed a fox 
I doubt if the hounds could have carried his trail along for 
10yds. without a check. At noon the judges decided it was 
useless to try further, and there was talk of abandoning tbe 
trials, which was finally decided upon at the meeting in the 
evening. It was found that during the early morning hours, 
about 3 A. M., Judge Perry had organized an independent 
hunt, and .starting off with some hounds, hunted over the 
territory that he knew we were to traverse during the day. 
This ruined our chances even had the weather been propi- 
tious, and was a most reprehensible aud unsportsmanlike 
action on his part, especially so considering that he is a 
prominent member of the association. 
The entries in the third division that did not run were: 
A. Ware's white, black and tan dog Jim (Ed Walker — 
Kate Smith), 1891, breeder unknown. 
J. F. Winn's black, white and tan dog Miller II. (Rock- 
Swift), May 2, 1893, breeder, owner. 
A. M. Bedford's black and tan dog Ralph (Calvin— Cloudy ) 
June, 1891, breeder, owner. 
A. M. Bedford's black bitch Emily (Ralf— Cloudy), June, 
1891. 
Bourbon Kennels' black, white and tan bitch Blaze (Pat 
—Nightly), April 23, 1892, breeder, owner. 
Bourbon Kennels' white, black and tan dog Jack (Scully — 
Nell), Sept. 1, 1891, breeder, owner. 
Strodes Valley Hunt Club's white and blood-spotted 
bitch Bird (Kole— Hett), April 1. 1892, breeder, Pendleton 
Tracy. 
W. S. Walker's tan and white bitch Lead (Joe Cotton— 
), 1801, breeder, Bud Dickerson. 
W. S. Walker's blue-spotted dog Luck (Kole— Hett), April, 
1892, breeder, Pendleton Tracy. 
E, H. Wal ker's white and black bitch Alice (Trave— Bessie), 
1891, breeder, R. L. Walker. 
Alex. Gibbs's blue ticked dog Blue Back (Blue Back— Fan), 
1892, breeder, owner. 
C, M. Corbin's black, white and tan dog Charley (Red 
Back— Unknown), 1890, breeder, Dick Wilson. 
To sum up here it may be said that the meet was held 
entirely too early in the fall. The leaves have only just 
fallen and are blown hither and thither by the wind. 
November is the poorest month for hunting down south for 
the Indian summer weather is entirely too warm. There is 
good night hunting and there are plenty of foxes here but 
they lie up during the day and only move at night. When 
the leaves have settled and there is more moisture scent 
would be much better. These conditions would obtain in 
February which is an ideal hunting month in Kentucky and 
Tennessee. This the committee should bear in mind when 
selecting the grounds and date for the next meet. 
