. Breeder and sportsman. Horses. Collier Meadow in the High Sierras. discussion, which partook, I must say, largely the form of assertion, each man reiterating his opinion with more pronounced emphasis as the time for the hunt drew near. Several persons had seen some- thing of the work of a few of the hounds, and these men never tired, holding forth on every occasion, forming the central figure of interested groups of willing listeners, as they described the work of this or that special hound. Rackete, Redeye, Highstep, and Clipper, the latter a very "sweet bitch," as one supposed to
. Breeder and sportsman. Horses. Collier Meadow in the High Sierras. discussion, which partook, I must say, largely the form of assertion, each man reiterating his opinion with more pronounced emphasis as the time for the hunt drew near. Several persons had seen some- thing of the work of a few of the hounds, and these men never tired, holding forth on every occasion, forming the central figure of interested groups of willing listeners, as they described the work of this or that special hound. Rackete, Redeye, Highstep, and Clipper, the latter a very "sweet bitch," as one supposed to be versed in matters doggy was fond of calling her, seemed to have the lead in the minds of the majority. The long-looked-for evening finally arrived, and with it came a goodly number of persons from Sacramento, at the invitation of Mr. Watson, the gentleman^ owner of the famous pack. He was every inch a sportsman, a glance at his makeup revealing that fact, from his strong, high-topped boots to the corduroy bat, while at his side, over the regulation hunting coat, depended a highly- polished, silver-mounted horn. His quiet and gen- tlemanly deportment commanded the respect and won the confidence of the whole party at once, which was composed of doctors, lawyers, merchants, and men of affairs, an unusual gathering for such an occasion. The ubiquitous small boy was present in great numbers, and was only gotten rid of by the most emphatic orders. This was finally accomplished, and 1he whole party wheeled away to the rendezvous previously agreed upon, from whence the hunt should start. A light rain was falling. The dogs were straining at the leash, keen for their "work. After a few mo- ments the leader of the hunt gave the command;. A "Coon Bottom" on the Russian River. reason of the rain; through rushing streams and the rank vegetation of swampy places, all anxious to be in at the death. There was no difficulty in keeping the proper direction, as the hounds kept s
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