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Surely A Remarkable Fox Hound 
By Jno. F. Draughon. 
proceed. Went ashore, and while the men 
cooked lunch in the lee of a spruce covered 
point, Bolling and I went up on the barrens, 
but saw nothing, possibly owing to the heavy 
wind. After lunch, the gale easing a little, we 
were able to set out down the lake, but it was 
slow work, with all the strength we had going 
into every stroke of the paddle, making barely 
three miles in two hours. The lake now opened 
out and was white with breaking seas. Land¬ 
ing in the shelter of a point, we walked across 
a marsh, beautiful with waving grass in the 
bright sunlight to see the body of a big lake 
ahead. As it was late in the afternoon, we 
looked around for a camping spot, and after sev¬ 
eral attempts, found one some hundred yards 
from the shore in the thick spruce growth. The 
lake is surrounded by great barren rocky hills 
with wide sweeps of marsh between, and it runs 
on for several miles with many wooded points 
or islands. The rain came on again at supper¬ 
time, and in an hour was pouring down. 
September 14th. Waked to find it blowing 
hard and overcast. The men were doubtful 
about going down the lake, but we finally packed 
up and got away, dodging along from point to 
point, getting as much shelter as we could and 
made the outlet rather nearer than we had 
thought. Entering the river again, there was 
a rough falls where we had to unload with the 
same operation a short distance below, then a mile 
of river and another lake about three miles long. 
The wind was tearing up a great sea- but the 
sun had come out. Landing behind a hillock, 
we saw more lake ahead and tried to go behind 
a marsh and come out into the lake again so as 
to have shelter, but there was no exit, and we 
were obliged to come back and take the other 
shore behind an island. Coming out, we en¬ 
countered some heavy seas and had all the 
canoes could stand weathering each point. 
Fortunately, the water was shallow about five 
feet over the flat yellow sand bottom where the 
waves were steep and breaking, but we could take 
chances here. With wind which was on the 
quarter, paddles would hardly hold the boats up 
to it but poles did, and we reached the lower 
end of the lake only to find we had to come 
back about half way on the left or southeast 
shore to find the outlet. Down river a short dis- 
ance and cooked lunch under some larch trees. 
From here on the river was broad and deep, 
with flood water probably two feet above 
normal, rapids from three to four hundreds 
yards, some of which, we ran under paddles, 
some under pole and some so rough that the 
canoes had to be lowered on ropes. After four 
or five miles, we ran into a beautiful little lake 
with groves of large white birch along the 
shore, out of which the river flowed in a splen¬ 
did big stream but full of rapids with some nasty 
pitches over which the canoes were lowered, 
and in one of which, my boat had a close call 
from being swamped. High mountains ahead 
begin to persuade us that we were nearing the 
coast. One of two axe marks on logs show that 
people have been here. 
Although we had fishing gear along, we also 
had food at this time and were too tired and 
busy in making camp to have energy left for 
what was not strictly necessary. In addition our 
clothes were wet to the waist, and with the sun 
going down, the most comfortable place was 
near the fire. 
(To be continued) 
Four miles south of Nashville is my residence 
where I keep from twenty-five to forty fox 
hounds. About ten days ago, I was chasing a 
fox eight miles out on the Hillsboro Pike. I 
was within 200 yards of the dogs when the race 
ended. They were opening as though they were 
looking at the fox. All the dogs that were in 
this pack except one came to me, and thinking 
that one had harked to some more of my dogs 
that were trailing another fox in a different sec¬ 
tion, and not having fully recovered from a 
fractured shoulder, I left several of my dogs 
in the woods. 
Next day they were all in except one—a large, 
white gyp, eighteen months old, named Grace, a 
grand-daughter of Woolridge’s Calvin. The fol¬ 
lowing evening I phoned a friend of mine, Mr. 
R. M. Goodrich, a roofing contractor who is a 
fox-hunter, and asked him if he was going out. 
He told me he was, and it developed that he 
was going to the place where I lost my 
dog. I told him that all of my dogs had 
returned except one, and that she was 
in a race that ended at the east end of 
“Rabbit Alley.” I asked Mr. Goodrich to lis¬ 
ten for my dog and see if he could find her 
there. Late that night Mr. Goodrich came to my 
home, awoke me, and said that he had found my 
dog but he couldn’t get her as she was up in a 
tree. He located her by hearing her howl while 
his dogs were running. 
I went with Mr. Goodrich to the place and the 
dog was still in the tree. After considerable 
effort, Mr. Goodrich finally made his way to the 
first limb of the tree, which was twelve feet from 
the ground, and worked his way to the dog. He 
then eased her down by the use of a rope. Having 
a tapeline with him, he measured the distance 
from the ground to where the dog was, and it 
measured twenty-seven feet. The body of the 
tree, two feet from the ground, measured ten 
feet in circumference; it had only about ten 
per cent, slant; hence, it was almost a per¬ 
pendicular tree. 
It is supposed that the fox went up the tree, 
and the dog at one leap reached the first limb, 
and then limb by limb gradually worked her way 
to the three prongs where she was found rest¬ 
ing, although the space from the prongs in which 
she was resting to the first limb below was 
nearly six feet. 
The three prongs leading from the body of 
the tree had considerable bend, hence the dog 
may have gone higher and on her return to the 
body of the tree found it so straight she didn’t 
feel safe in going lower unaided. 
When she reached the ground, she immediately 
went to a certain place under the tree and tried 
to trail the fox. I suppose that on the previous 
day she saw the fox jump from the tree and re¬ 
membered where he hit the ground; but the track 
was so cold she could not work it off. She had 
been in the tree thirty-four hours when she was 
rescued. 
A dog that would make the effort she made 
to get a fox surely has the desire to mouth one. 
Nashville, Tennessee, April 27, 1915- 
