Academic journal article Alberta History

Fox Hunt

Academic journal article Alberta History

Fox Hunt

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Lethbridge - Last week some of the town sports decided to have a fox hunt. Four of the animals had been captured in a sliding box a few days previous and nothing remained but to mount, gather the hounds, and let Reynard loose. At three o'clock, the hour appointed, some eighteen horsemen, accompanied by two hounds and a motley group of dogs, consisting of terriers, mastiffs, bull-dogs, spaniels, setters, and in fact everything bearing the likeness of a dog congregated on the open prairie north of the town.

The huntsmen and dogs were ranged about a hundred yards behind the box containing the foxes. One was let loose and as he scampered off with a whoop holler, the whole band were in hot pursuit. "Little John," mounted on a small black pony, with his heart stirred with recollections of hunts in Merry England, with excitement beaming from every feature, and his coat tails flying in the wind, was seen whipping his charger to the front, determined to be in at the death. But Master Reynard was not to be captured so easily. The pack, led by Kirkham's dog, Kennedy, and Munro's black hound, closed rapidly on the fox and just as the foremost huntsman was about to congratulate himself on being first at the death, the fox would take a sudden turn, the hounds dashing past in a straight line, and so the horseman before mentioned, found himself in the rear. …

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