Fox Hounds

We became aware, from the shouts of the darkies as they urged the dogs into the thickets, that these animáis had names of famous flavors, though flipir appellations had not heen bestowed by one who possessed a fino sense of the historiad or chronological nnities, says Lippinoott's. "Hi, yo' Clovis!" "Come hyah, Uncas!" "Git on, Brutas, git on! What yo' sulkin' bout?" These ejaculations were acroinpanied by sundry kicks, delivered upon the representativos of these and other renowned characters. To suci uses do men's ñames come after death. Aíter the disappcaranco of t!ic hoiinds in the thicket we rode slowly along the devious ways of the pine landa, listening intently for that peculiar canino ery, which announces the díscovery oE a trail. It was not long delayed, for gray foxes are almost as numerpua i:' eastern Virginia as rabliits nre in tho western states. Suddenly, amidat the chorus of sbarp, short yelps, we hearcl that long-drawn, v.uiling cry which at night would be inforpreted as a cry of the banshee, but which, ringing out on the air of a bright November morning, loses its ominous significance for every one exeept the fox whose tra-il has been "struck." As the cry rose and swelled and was taken up by thirty other moutha, oiir slow-flling cavalcade became enthused with the life and animaiion of a eavalry eompany that has Just reeeived ovders to rharge. Heins were lishtened, kneos wcre pressed clospr to the saddlea, liats were pulled down over eyes and men leaned forward over their horses' necks like jockeys waiting for the fall of the starter's flag.