I these not reasons enough for the fox hunters

I these not reasons enough for the fox hunters to organize ! in the interest of their sport : and their game? No, unfortunately they are not.

Somehow it seems to me the number of fox hunters is dwindling. Interest in the sport doesn't seem to be as great as it once was. In dwelling on the situation my first fox turn-out comes to mind.

It was Thanksgiving of 1919 at “Yatton* then owned by the Marshalls of Orange County. World War I was over and people were beginning to devote more of their time to pleasures one can find in rural living; they needed relaxation. There were fifty-odd hunters gathered together; men, ladies, i and children. Some were on | blooded mounts groomed to ! perfection; others were ridj ing mules or plow horses. I Some mounts were tasked • to the Nth degree; others ! wore blind bridles, some j were without saddles. My daddy had taken me to the scene ‘just to watch*. There was much bickering as to whose hound would out-run the others. Everyone seemed enthusiastic and having a grated time. Owners of 14-6-8 hounds had fastened their dogs in a hay barn. Mr. Fox was fastened in a Johnny house. On the way over, Pop said we couldn’t go with the riders because of his recovering from an appendectomy. After getting to the scene my hopes built up with desire to go all the way; yet I was scared of the thought. I had never jumped a horse. My mount had been schooled only for flat racing; a hot-headed filly just off the track at St. Louis or Kansas City- I’ve forgotten which. Presently the Johnny house door was flung open wide. Out bounced a beautiful red fox; the first I’d ever seen. Across Marshall's meadow he flew with ease and grace as if blown by the wind. Without warning someone

yelled, “Black Jack i$ com-|

ing out!*, knocked jowardg the barn toTsee a black and* tan jumping from the top of the barn out of the hay