Horns & Huntsmen

'Over here, when you see the fox, you should cry 'View Hallo!' instead of 'There he goes, the dirty little ... .. .... !" -- British peer's instructions to ill-bred novice foxhunter.

How many a M. Jourdain has suffered himself to be so humiliated in order that might taste the excitement of riding over the frosted fields, in the wake of a curving pack, after some red and frightned vixen! Now, this week, all over the J. S., fox-hunting approaches the crest of its season. At Meadow Brook and Radnor, at Warrenton and Millbrook, at Onwentsia and Milwaukee, the riders trot through the dark mists of dawn to gather, as light breaks, at a country gate or a cross roads between fields fenced with wood. Kids on stumpy ponies and millionaires slithering upon their priceless hunters, will go over the hedges, fall, or be in at the death and then jog back to breakfast, late in the autumn mornings.

Wild duck, of many breeds, should be hunted, in warm jackets and waterproof boots, near Currituck Sound, N. C., Barnegat Bay, N. J., marshy shores along the Atlantic coast, on long dark lakes in the middle west and in club-blinds along the Great Lakes. In these last, at Sandusky, near Cleveland, President Cleveland used to go hunting.

Quail are good to eat on toast, their little paws pointing like small handles over their plump stomachs. They should be hunted in the south and will be this year by Gen. John J. Pershing, Vice President Dawes, and perhaps Irvin S. Cobb. President Coolidge at this moment has a special setter in training, for what purpose no one knows, but possibly for quail hunting.

Pelican have been sighted in remote spots of Long Island.

Grouse and Partridge flourish in most U. S. woods, which they fill with the muffled thunder of their wings. Grousing is the especial sport of certain writers, notably W. O. McGeehan who is eager to investigate the woods of Pennsylvania in company of Damon Runyon and a dog.

Lions. In Dodoma, Tanganyika, Africa, the Duke of Gloucester, the third son of the king of England, with a perfect shot which brought the beast dead at his feet at the end of her interrupted spring, killed his first lioness last fortnight.

Moose. Gordon ("Mickey") Cochrane, the most valuable baseball player in the American League, was informed of this honor last fortnight as he departed by motor for the Miramichi woods, New Brunswick, in the company of Eddie Collins, Joe Bush, Sam Jones, Benny Bengough, and Walter Huntzinger, all famed ballplayers. They were going to shoot moose.

Caribou, Mountain Goat, Elk, Deer will be hunted by rich men in the U. S., with 45-70 or 30-30 rifles. (In Colton, N. Y., Mrs. Amber Reed took aim at a deer and killed instead Mrs. Fred Myers who was standing nearby.)

Bears abound in Mexico, in the western U. S. and certain other wild places. Invited by Governor of Maine Ralph 0. Brewster, 30 members of a hunting club, including Professor Langdon Warner of Harvard and Sculptor Cyrus Dallin will go to Lucerne. Maine, this week, to hunt bears with bows and arrows.

Charles Augustus Lindbergh went to Mexico after animals and received special permission from the government to shoot two cinnamon bears and two machos berendes (wild bulls). From the Hal Mangum ranch came a despatch telling of Lindbergh's slaying an antelope from an airplane.

Wolves. In Rustan, La., one timber wolf was put in an arena to be killed by eight hounds for the amusement of 1,000 humans. So well did the wolf run and fight that the people wished to see him get away. He did not.

In Marquette, Mich., eight timber wolves discovered Craig Biddle and his wife and chased them through the woods.