Finally, they secured the help of a trapper who owned a big English foxhound.
The sound was such as is the yelp of a foxhound drawing a cover.
A foxhound scents the trail of his game and tracks it straight to a killing.
Every stitch of canvas she could carry was set on board the Foxhound.
The Foxhound and her prizes were slowly making their way to England.
The day wore ...