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Remember last Saturday, how freakishly warm it was for the \ second of November? Well, , dispite the fact no sensible fox , would stir himself on such a . langorous morning, a few die ’ hards, booted, stocked and , steaming in the Melton coats, appeared at Fletchers Double Gates to go achasin’ ole Reynard ) etc., promptly at 10 a.m.
Huntsman Billy Dodson took , 121 j couple of hounds west Into the valley between Fielding one Poortown mountains. Soon the) struck off for the top of Fielding
From now on this is n< fox-and-hound tale. This is i story about the Washington, Va Rescue Squad. A small field ol hunters, folliwing Jt.-Master Jacl DeBergh, came to a pair of bars i short way up the woode< mountain trail. (Any barway whether It consists of one 6f fW< removable poles is called a “pall of bars,” just to make it sounr easy to jump, I guess.) Jack le< over, with his daughter Diannt close after. Next came Fannin) Baumgardner on big, heavy willing roan-colored Smokie Something went wrong. Smokii threw himself at the jump, bu misjudged its height by at least i Coot. Crash! The ugly sound wa heard a thousand feet away b) the Whipper-In Michael Marsh Smokie’s front legs hit the stoul top rail, a six-inch-thick p|ne tree, freshly felled. The rail broke hall in two, (as we say in Virginia,] but the impace catapulted Fanning over the jump onto the ground with Smokie summersaulting right over or him. Riders on both sides of the jump were frozen, watching the horse scramble off the rider, ther seeing Fanning flat- out, pale as i
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