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...Britain's rugged Cumberland Hills where Peel's "View Halloo!" wakened the fox from his lair in the early 19th century, a newer type of sport, spurred by austerity, has become the rage: hound trailing, where yelping hounds, without horsemen, follow a man-made spoor over hill & dale. The deep-chested foxhounds are descendants of the hunting packs of Peel's time. But the owners are a different breed altogether. Few of England's pinched aristocracy can any longer afford the luxury of thoroughbred horses, pink coats and the rest of fox hunting's traditional...
Last week in the remote hamlet of Langdale, the Hound Trailing Association, which supervises austerity's fox hunt, had 36 hounds straining at the leash for one of the H.T.A.'s spring trails. Behind the hounds, and mingling with the spectators, a score of bookies (legal in England) were grabbing up money hand over fist as they sang out the fast-changing odds. Suddenly, clambering over the rocky ground, a man appeared, dragging a foul-smelling concoction known as chemerly (rags soaked in a blend of aniseed, turpentine and urine). He was the trail-layer...
...last week's meeting, everything was on the up & up. When the first hound cleared the final obstacle and streaked into the homestretch, the "catchers," i.e., owners and handlers, began whooping up a strictly legal bedlam, whistling shrilly and waving scarves to guide the hounds across the finish line. The winner, and current favorite for the H.T.A. championship: a limpid-eyed, three-year-old dog named Ravensbarrow, whose Lancashire farmer owner, Roger Hudson, proudly collected a poor man's purse...
...Boston, a nine-year-old autograph hound said, "Bear down hard, Mr. Senator, I've got lots of friends." Estes Kefauver followed orders on a pad which had 15 sheets of carbon paper...
...limpid moon ascends majestically to her zenith, to the wistful baying of the tethered hound; as the last stately ice floe drifts sedately between the burgeoning shores of the historic Charles, then indeed is the voice of the turtle heard in the land...