Tracking A Child

So many terrible stories of the ferocity of bloodbounds have been told tba it ís refre6hing to read a trne story of a chase by a bloodhonnd in which the hnnter arfd the bunted were equally gatisfied. It is vouched for by a writer in Good Words, who had it froni an eyewitness. The bloodhonnd was enjoying a stroll with bis master on the sands of Westonsuper-Mare, qnietly following the horse bis owner rode. Nether was thinking of a chase. Iii fact norhing seemed further from the character of the dog than a desire to interfere with any human being. The group of pleasure seekers scattered over the sands saw nothing unusual in him, nor did the poor distracted woman who ran frora one group to another frantically asking for tidings of a lost child. Nobody kuew anything of the missing boy, and when in her desperation she approached the gentleman on the horse he also shook his head. Bnt though he knew nothing of her boy, he was not so sure that he could not help her find him. He alighted froru his horse, and thrusting his arm through the bridle bent over the hound, putting both hands carelessly round his head. Then he took from the woman something that looked like a child's hat and held it toward the dog, talking to him the while. The hound sniffed and whined mournfully, as if unwilling to leave his master. Soon, however, he lifted his bead in the air, uttered a short, sharp bark or bay and began sniffing about the sands. For a minnte or two he followed the soent in a zigzag fashion, and then, ■with a long, lond bay, turned off at an amazing pace, ran in a straight line across the sands, crossed the parade, and, baying as he went, turned down a lide street. That was an exciting chase - the field the streets of a populóos watering place and the game a lost child. The loud voice of the dog could be heard in the distance, guiding those who followed. The mother's feet were swift, but she conld not keep up with the dog. On he went tül he had ran h is prey to ground. Then he stopped and fawned upon the little lad, who was overjoyed to find so friendly ■ playmate. When the mother came up, hunter and hunted were the best of friends, so much so that neither was willing to part with the other. The gentleman had more than once to summon his dog before he would consent to leave the child. As for the boy, he could not be led away while the dog remained, and after the honnd had disappeared he was still heard to murmur, "I would like that dear doggie for my own. "