Captain the Honorable R.B.F. Robertson (Twenty-first Lancers) a
prisoner of war. He took over the North Tipperary Hounds in May,
and, of course, did not get a chance to have any sport.
We now learn that the French authorities have discouraged
fox-hunting behind the fighting lines. So did the Germans. One day
British hounds took up the scent on their own initiative. The usual
followers had bigger game afoot, and were in the thick of an
engagement. The Germans gained ground and occupied the kennels.
When the hounds returned from their chase and challenged the
intruders they were shot down one by one.
Such is the lore I had acquired when the motor came for me; whereupon,
taking a few sandwiches to sustain me until supper time, I set forth
through the night by Ford, for the station at The Plains.
* * * * *
The publication of the larger part of the foregoing chapter on fox
hunting, in "Collier's Weekly," brought me a number of letters
containing hunting anecdotes.
Mr. J.R. Smith of Martinsville, Virginia, calls my attention to marked
difference in character between the red fox and the gray. The red fox,
he says, depends upon his legs to elude the hounds, and will sometimes
lead the hunt twenty-five miles from the place where he gets up, but the
gray fox depends on cunning, and is more prone to run a few miles and
"tack.
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