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and fighting dogs alike join in the bedlam and 
now and then a hound gives a yelp of pain. It 
is unmistakable. The chase has stopped abrupt¬ 
ly. Old Bruin, tired, weary of parting the brake 
and tangled vines, has stopped to fight and the 
medley of snarling, growling and yelping tells 
the hunters around that the fight is on. 
They must hurry. Every moment counts, for 
the bear is mauling the dogs, and good bear 
dogs are hard to get. Each rider puts spurs 
to his horse and makes for the scene of the 
fight as rapidly as the heavy cover will permit. 
It is a free-for-all, and the lucky man wins. 
No ceremony in this. The first one there gets 
the shot, for delay is fatal—to bear dogs—when 
the fight is in progress. Two or three are lucky 
and reach an overflow about the same time. 
There, in full view is old Bruin, backed near a 
giant tree, reared on his haunches and fighting 
savagely. All about are the hounds, snarling 
and snapping, and Bruin, watching his chances, 
is mauling the more venturesome ones, sending 
them spinning with vicious cuffs from his pon- • 
derous paws. 
It is over in a moment for what chance has 
any living thing against modern high power 
rifles when shooting the soft-nose or mushroom 
bullet? The sham battle is brief and exciting, 
and bleeding and torn, a great bear lies dead 
in the leaves. The bear dogs fight each other 
now in arguing hound supremacy. 
But there is another moment for the hunter 
who follows the hounds that causes the heart to 
beat fast and every fiber of his being to thrill. 
This time the deer pack is out. a drive is being 
made, and a long line of deer hunters has been 
stationed across the forest along the accustomed 
“run.” Miles and miles the master of hounds 
piloted the pack before cutting them loose, away 
to the south, for the “drive” was to be to the 
north. 
Throughout all times poets and historians 
have told of the stag and the hounds, and from 
earliest times to hunt the deer was to hunt with 
hounds. A hound would rather run a deer than 
any other animal, as a matter of fact, for a fresh 
and hot deer scent nearly runs a hound crazy. 
deer gives off two kinds of scent, a strong 
body scent, and a breath scent as well, the latter 
resulting from its browsing on bushes and 
shrubbery. To-day, as in the long ago, the real 
deer hunt is with the hounds. 
As the hunters on the stands wait in silence, 
the stillness of the forest is broken. There is 
a roar, for old Jo has struck the scent and opens 
up. It is fresh and hot, and the others take it 
up. It is one chorus of exultant, ringing music, 
sweeping through the bottom and on and on to 
the hills—a grand anthem in the great taber¬ 
nacle of the wild! 
Louder and clearer grows the baying of the 
hounds. Each man on the stands feels his heart 
beat quicker, and more firmly he grips his rifle 
or shotgun and hastily examines the weapon 
to see if it is in shape. Each one searches the 
woods to the south for the first trace of a speed¬ 
ing deer. On comes the race. Each moment 
the music gathers volume. 
The deer must be very near, and is, for about 
two hundred yards to the south a splendid buck, 
jumping bushes and logs with ease, is galloping 
gracefully ahead of the hounds. It is time to 
act. The rifle goes to the shoulder, a swift 
glance down the barrel, the eye takes in the 
vision of a passing deer, and the hunter fires. 
Then it is the deer seems another animal. 
Straight up over his back goes the buck’s white 
tail, he gives a great bound, straightens out and 
starts a great bound, straightens out and starts 
away with the speed of the wind. But the hunter 
does better this time. The next shot cuts right 
behind the quarry, the third causes the buck to 
spring high into the air. He gallops on an¬ 
other hundred yards—then down he goes, and 
the proudest man in the world is the man who 
had that stand and made that shot at a running 
buck. 
In many of the States it is lawful to hunt deer 
with hounds, and such laws have been enacted 
for the protection of the game, on the theory 
that the hound not infrequently runs deer clear 
out of the country. But be this as it may, the 
chase that thrills is undoubtedly the one that 
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