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Title: Hound and horn in Jedforest : being some experiences of a Scottish M.F.H. / by T. Scott Anderson ; illustrations by G. Denholm Armour
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Anderson, Thomas Scott
Subjects: Horses Fox hunting -- Scotland
Publisher: Jedburgh : T.S. Smail
Contributing Library: Webster Family Library of Veterinary Medicine
Digitizing Sponsor: Tufts University

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fox was making. It wasan anxious time as they almost walked over a barefallow and on to the public road but not across it.After a short cast round in front, one hound, oldWelfare, feathered and spoke on the road going alongfor about a hundred yards, then through the hedgeand up a ditch on the inside for a short distancetill she too gave up. For five or ten minutes everyhound tried his best, all being very busy moving roundwith nose on the ground and stern high, but to nopurpose. The field kept coming up, and several dis-mounted, got down, and loosened the girths of theirsteaming horses, believing all was over. We were on some flat haugh lands, close to theriver bounding our country, which was in fullflood, and I was about to try down the river bank,when I saw old Rambler deliberately walk into thestream and push off to swim across the torrent.He was carried down a long way, and had somedifficulty in getting out. Barely waiting to shakehimself dry, the true old fellow worked along for
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He was pushed on to his head and balanced there. i i 1 A RECORD DAY 149 a few yards, then his stern began to go till itfairly lashed his ribs, and he proclaimed his findwith an electrifying roar. Never was a note ofmusic sweeter or more welcome, never did a hunts-man tingle more, never did hounds respond quickeras they dashed into the boiling stream. Immediatelyhalf-a-dozen eager souls had plunged in, with thewater curling up to the saddle flaps, and werestruggling across the swollen river. Fortunatelythe foothold was good, and all got across but one,who got mid-way over, when his faint-hearted horseturned and took him back, while right and left theremainder galloped for the bridges. Hounds were taking the line steadily across thefurrows of a ploughed field, not making fast progress,but all in it; then wavering on the next field, anold grass one, until half-way across, they ran onat an improved pace. The next fence stopped twoof us, and the Irish mare blundered badly, and Imade the un

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