The Life of a Foxhound

I had the excellent fortune, begins Ringwood’s memoir, to be put at walk at a farm-house, where I enjoyed the treatment observed to all the animals under the care and protection...

The dew fell, dropping from leaf to leaf, and hung on the greensward in an endless succession of glistening gems. The mist floated on a light breeze, scarcely strong enough to w...

Will Sykes was designed by nature for a huntsman. With a short stature and wiry frame, he possessed activity, indomitable courage, patience, and judgment. His voice, too, seemed...

With a yawn, a stretch, and a shake, Trimbush completed his toilet one misty morning, just as a neighbouring cock had thrice thrown his chivalrous challenge on the breeze, and i...

Immediately after the Squire’s arrival, we were thrown into the cover, and, when about the middle of it, I saw Trimbush feather his stern, and before I could reach him he threw...

“See, the day begins to break, And the light shoots like a streak Of subtle fire; the wind blows cold While the morning doth unfold: Now the birds begin to rouse, And the squirr...

“To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come in spite of sorrow, And...

“You’ll see in a few minutes,” added Trimbush, “and if everything isn’t in gingerly order, I’ll bet a week’s meal and broth, those will hear of it who are responsible for their...

“Cold grew the foggy morn: the day was brief: Loose on the cherry hung the crimson leaf: The dew dwelt ever on the herb, the woods Roared with strong blasts, with mighty showers...

“We’ve got our work cut out to-day,” replied he, “and I was just turning a few matters over in my brain, to untie some of the knots and difficulties which always beset us when w...

“The gorse is yellow on the heath, The banks with speed-well flowers are gay, The oaks are budding, and beneath The hawthorn soon will bear the wreath, The silver wreath of May.”

“When early primroses appear, And vales are decked with daffodils, I hail the new reviving year, And soothing hope my bosom fills. The lambkin bleating on the plain, The swallow...

It was a sultry summer’s day, and Trimbush and myself were luxuriating under the wide-spreading and deep shade of a walnut tree growing near the kennel. Five or six of our compa...

It was late in August, and the weather so sultry, that we scarcely knew how to bear with the intense heat. Some did nothing but lap the water, always running in a clear fine str...

“Slow pass’d the night, and now with silver ray, The star of morning ushers in the day; The shadows fly before the roseate hours, And the chill dew hangs glittering on the flowe...

We had just finished our breakfast one morning, and were lying about the court to assist digestion, when I chanced to remark that I considered the flesh not quite so nicely cook...