The Cavaliers of Virginia, vol. 1 of 2: or, The Recluse of Jamestown; An historical romance of the Old DominionCaruthers, William Alexander
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The Cavaliers of Virginia, vol. 1 of 2: or, The Recluse of Jamestown; An historical romance of the Old Dominion
Caruthers, William Alexander
Virginia -- History -- Colonial period, ca. 1600-1775 -- Fiction
At length one of the foremost of the pack opened a shrill note as he
ran, indicative to the uninitiated, only of eagerness and impatience in
the pursuit of the game, but Old Congo's experienced eye instantly
brightened up, as with head erect, he uttered a sharp shrill whoop, and
mounting his fleet courser, he shot down the hill with the fleetness of
the wind, making the woods echo with his merry _hip halloo_, as he
cheered them on. By this time the pack were following the leader in the
devious trail on which he was now warm; the whole chorus sometimes
opening in joyous and eager concert as they came upon the scent, just
from the impress of sly Reynard's feet, and then again relapsing into
silence. These intervals in the cheerful cry announced the doubt which
as yet existed, whether the trail upon which they had struck was any
thing more than the devious windings made by the game on emerging from
his den, for the purpose, as the negroes stoutly affirmed, of throwing
his pursuers out. It seemed indeed as if such had been the intention of
the cunning animal, for a plan of the intricate mazes which the pack
were threading, if laid down upon paper, would very much resemble a
complicated problem in Euclid, or the track of a ship upon a voyage of
discovery in unknown seas. Meanwhile Old Congo was in the thickest of
them; now cursing one refractory member, and again cheering a favourite.
The Cavaliers stood in groups--one foot in the stirrup and a hand on the
pummel of the saddle, or smoothing down the curling mane of their
impatient chargers. At length the problem was solved, and the hounds
were seen coursing in a circle round the brow of the hill, a continuous
yelp from the leader, and an answering chorus from the pack, announcing
to the waiting gentry, that the game was up. They instantly mounted, and
were presently flying over the uneven ground at a speed and with a
reckless, yet skilful horsemanship, which bade defiance to all the
perils of the chase. Here one lost his cap by the limb of a tree; there
another measured his length upon the ground by the stumble of his
charger; the main party speeding apace, regardless of all, save the fox
and his pursuers.
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