By the dial on the church-porch it was ten o’clock when Digory Strout, accompanied by two friends, drove down the “Beacon2” road into the town-place. He raised his black billycock hat and stood bareheaded for a moment, in acknowledgment of the cheers of his supporters. He was well dressed; and his brown velvet3 waistcoat emphasised the rich yellow of the watch-chain, made out of the first nuggets he had found in his creek4. He wore a big moustache, otherwise he was clean-shaven, save for the tuft of hair on his under lip, which, with his sallow complexion5, gave him a far-travelled look. Everyone but Farmer Pendre was now present, and whilst men were speculating why he was so late, the penetrating6 notes of a horn were heard above the din7, and shortly after the crowd fell back on either side as his tandem8 dashed up the road into the Square.
Pendre, whose Sunday-best suit was set off by a brand-new white hat and crimson9 neck-tie, created a favourable10 impression by the smart way he handled the two chestnuts11; but it was the fawn-coloured greyhound, arrayed in a green coat on which fifteen balls had been worked in yellow silk, that fixed12 the gaze of the St Just men. He carried himself as if conscious that all eyes were on him, and no one could deny that he was a grand dog, or that his head, perfectly13 set as it was on his graceful14 neck, was a collection of good points.
The rousing cheer that rose from the throats of the Buryan men was tauntingly15 answered by the St Just men crowding the upper half of the Square; but at the moment when things threatened a fray16, the venerable parson, who had been standing17 under the trees near his gate, walked across between the hostile ranks, and shook hands with each of the owners. This well-timed act was not without its sobering effect on the crowd; but it was remarked that Strout and Pendre did not exchange any form of greeting, though they stood side by side on the broad granite18 flagstone before the inn door.
No time was lost in making the necessary arrangements. Five men were chosen on each side to find a hare, and a great compliment it was deemed to be one of them. The places of honour at the ends of the line were assigned to Matthey Thomas of St Just Churchtown and Bethias Wallace of Buryan. The ten were driven to Chapel19 Cairn Brea; the slipper20 followed with the greyhounds; and close behind rode Mr Heber, the well-known judge, who had come straight from the great meeting at Amesbury. It had been decided21 to search Cairn Brea, Bartinney, Caer Bran, and the Beacon, in the order named, and a more picturesque22 setting for the day’s sport could not have been chosen. Nowhere has nature fixed more graceful curves against the sky than those presented by the undulating outline of these last four of the Cornish heights. Let the reader imagine four cones23, with bases wide for their height, forming a row parallel to the length of a table on which they are placed. He will then have a rude representation in miniature of the conformation of the country, washed on three sides by the sea, which the hills overlook.
The top of Bartinney was soon crowded with spectators, so too were the old earthworks on Caer Bran, and a big crowd followed the beaters. These were extended in a line on the western slope of Cairn Brea, and working the ground in front of them as they advanced up the hill was Ben Corin’s harrier Tuneful, a dog reputed to have the best nose in the nine parishes. The slipper held the greyhounds in a leash24 in the middle of the line, and the judge rode a little on one side to the rear. Of the crowd on Bartinney that eagerly awaited their appearance on the hill-crest, Parson Grose was perhaps the only one who turned his thoughts from the sport to scan the tableland, so rich in vestiges25 of the past, which lay spread out like a map some four hundred feet below. To him it was the forlorn refuge of the ancient Celt, a scene of the early Church’s activity, a land of legend and romance. The old antiquary’s eyes wandered from the grey towers of the medi?val churches to the site of holy well and ruined baptistery, wayside cross and sanctuary26, monolith and stone circle, cromlech and cave-dwelling. Once indeed he raised his eyes from the narrow promontory27 to the far western horizon, where a broken line, dimly discernible, marked the position of the Isles28 of Scilly. But his attention was soon recalled by a murmur29 that ran through the crowd gathered round Digory, at the sight of the judge on horseback and the beaters as they showed on the skyline before descending30 the eastern slope. Stunted31 furze and heather, with here and there a patch of golden bracken, clothe the sides of the hills, and the Lidden’s pool, encircled by rushes and sere32 grasses, gleams in the trough below them. On reaching the sheet of water the St Just men take to the left, the Buryan men to the right, and with the latter go the slipper, in charge of the dogs, and the judge. Scarcely have they separated when Bethias ‘pricks’ a hare; again its track is seen by a Buryan man, and simultaneously33 on the other side of the pool the harrier begins to feather on a line, and once she throws her tongue. Every clump34 of rushes, every patch of coarse grass, is carefully searched; and just as every one begins to fear that the hare has passed over the hill, from the extreme left of the St Just line comes the almost whispered exclamation35, “See-ho!” It is Matthey Thomas who has viewed the hare where she sits some twenty yards ahead, and instantly withdrawn36 his gaze.
Chapel St Uny Well. [Face page 156.
The line stops; the judge, slipper, and dogs come round, pass through the excited crowd, and join Matthey, who points out the hare, or rather the spot where she is lying, for he alone can see her. He is then directed to start her, and with him go the judge and the slipper. When they are within five yards of the form, out goes the little Jack37, his head set in the direction of Bartinney. The greyhounds strain at the leash, dragging the slipper with them, but not until the hare has forty yards’ start does the judge give the word to loose them. Like arrows released from the bow, they are off, and every eye is on them. Seldom if ever has a more exciting course been witnessed.
At first the greyhounds gain on the hare, but the rising ground to which he is leading them is in his favour, for there at almost every bound his pursuers sink into the stunted furze skirting the narrow “run” he knows so well.
Near the top of the hill better foothold enables them to hold their own, but they do not regain38 an inch of the ground they have lost. At amazing speed the hare passes the crowd on Bartinney a good thirty yards ahead of the greyhounds, and takes to the eastern slope. So far not a point has been scored by either dog, but near the foot of the hill Fleetfoot turns the hare, and then it looks as though Beeswing must kill. Scarcely ten yards separate greyhound and hare as they sweep across the two furlongs of flat ground that runs up to the moorland farm over which the Jack has so often wandered. A sudden turn lets in Fleetfoot, and the greyhounds are dead level, with the hare just in front of them, when a hundred yards from the gate for which he is heading. Surely he will never reach it . . . yes, for the greyhounds are jumping the gate as he passes underneath39, and even as they are in mid-air he doubles back under it and follows the cattle-track skirting the boundary-wall of the farm. When the dogs view him again, he is at least thirty yards to the good once more, and heading for Caer Bran. Gradually they reduce his lead, and beyond an open stretch of turf, where, to the surprise of the judge, Beeswing had given Fleetfoot the go-by, points are scored by both dogs; and then a wilderness40 of pits and mounds41 receives the hare just in time to save him from Beeswing’s jaws42. At headlong speed he threads this maze43 just in front of the greyhounds, making the air hum as he dashes along the rough ways.
On issuing from it the hare turns suddenly to the left, and skirts some furze-bushes that screen him from the gaze of the dogs. See! they have lost him, but the high springs they are taking will enable them to sight him the instant he leaves the shelter of the last furze-bush. Yes, they view him at once; and the course is resumed under the eyes of the spectators on Caer Bran. To them, in spite of the twenty yards he has gained, it seems impossible for the Jack to reach the Beacon, for which he is now evidently making. Moreover, the steep lane he takes to, in full view of the greyhounds, is all in their favour and, rapid as is the pace of the hare, the leaps of the greyhounds are bringing them close to his scut. They are running neck and neck, and almost mouthing him.
At this critical moment he rushes through a bolt-hole in a single-stone wall, in clearing which the greyhounds show again in the air together. He keeps to the rough grass-field on the other side until they are nearly on him, and then, as suddenly as before, passes through another opening in the wall, crosses the lane, and threads some scattered44 furze-bushes on a narrow strip of common that lies at the foot of Sancreed Beacon. Whether the greyhounds were exhausted45 by the long course, or whether they lost sight of the hare, is not certain; at all events they were found in a very distressed46 condition, lying side by side on a patch of grass amongst the furze, and the little Jack got clear away.
“Bravo, puss!” were the judge’s words, as he followed the hare with his eyes as far as the little plantation47 of storm-bent pines half-way up the hill. Mr Heber was not the last to view him, for Uncle Johnnie Lairdner, the sexton, was on the Beacon when the hare passed over it, and has left it on record that though the Jack was black with sweat, no sign of arch in his back could he see, and he was goin’ like a ball.
The greyhounds were at once taken to Sancreed Churchtown; and thither48 the spectators hurried, across croft and field, every one anxious to know which dog was adjudged the victor. The excitement in the town-place baffles description. The St Just men would have it that their dog had won, and of these no one was more conspicuous49 than was he whose eyes yet showed traces of the fight. The Buryan men were not quite so confident, though they knew that their dog had never run better. Some noticed, after the rivals had exchanged a few words with the judge, that Digory looked disappointed and Pendre jubilant; but this was set down to difference of temperament50, and not until at last the judge spoke51, did the impatient crowd know the result of the course.
Standing in a wagonette between the owners, this—and here let me thank the Editor of the Land’s End Courier for a copy of the speech—is what Mr Heber said:?—
“Gentlemen, I have judged at many meetings, but never at one where so great an interest has been taken in a single course. You may tell me that this is the result of parish rivalry52, but I strongly suspect that at the bottom of it lies that love of sport which characterises no Englishman more than a Cornishman, and no Cornishman more than a native of St Just.” His voice was feeble for so big a man, but now it sank almost to a whisper.
“I can tell by your breathless attention that you are anxious to know which dog I judge the winner of the stakes. That my decision will be loyally accepted by loser as by winner I have not a shadow of a doubt.” In the pause which followed, the cock in the glebe farm crowed. “Gentleman, I have never had a more difficult course to adjudicate on; I have never seen two better dogs run side by side, I may say, neck to neck. One of the greyhounds is already famous, having won the blue ribbon of the Leash; the other, a dog of pure Cornish breed, is known as the Champion of Cornwall. There is little to choose between these two wonderful dogs; but there is a difference, if slight, on to-day’s form, and I declare Beeswing the winner by a single point.”
The applause, renewed again and again by nearly all except the St Just men, was deafening53: it scared the jackdaws away from the church tower. It was a trying few minutes for the losers, who stared at the elated winners with angry eyes, their fists clenched54, and their faces white. They might indeed have come to blows if Digory had not spoken; but if the St Just men were resolved to break the peace the following speech averted55 a collision.
“Fellow Cornishmen, I little thought when bidding farewell to the men of my claim that the next occasion on which I should address an assembly would be in Sancreed Churchtown. Silence is golden, they say; but to-day’s proceedings56 will, in my opinion, be all the better for being rounded off with a few words of conciliation57. First, let me thank Mr Heber for coming all this way to act as judge. No more competent man could have been chosen; and though his verdict is against my dog, I accept it without demur58, and frankly59 own that to-day Fleetfoot was beaten! Mr Pendre,” said he, turning to the farmer, whose white hat was tilted60 on the back of his head, “I congratulate you on your success. I own that I never thought your dog would be a match for the winner of the Cup; but believe me, though I confess to being disappointed, ‘nip and tuck’ race though it was, I find some consolation61 in the fact that it was by a dog of pure Cornish pedigree that Fleetfoot was beaten.
“One other thing, gentlemen, let us not forget the wonderful staying power of that little Jack, which practically ran both dogs to a standstill.” (Hear, hear, from the judge.)
“The only fault to be found with Cornish hares is, that there are too few of them. In furtherance of sport in general as well as for my own pleasure, I purpose, if the farmers do not object, releasing a hundred hares on the waste land between Mulfra and Kenidzhek. If I settle down at home, I should like to be able to calculate on our having a good day’s coursing together. Some people who have never been abroad wonder that I do not return to the Far West. My answer is, ‘a hare on our own downses means more to me than a bear on a furrin’ range.’ (Great applause.) I do not know that I have anything further to add than to ask Mr Pendre to shake hands with the loser.”
Now, after the hard things that had been said about Digory, this was considered very handsome on his part; so that even the Buryan men, whilst emotion swayed them, felt sorry that he had lost, and after the rivals had shaken hands amidst thundering applause the Buryan men kept crying, “Pendre, Pendre,” till the farmer, though unused to any meeting bigger than an Easter Vestry or Balleswidden “account,” felt that, all “mizy-mazy” as his brain was, he must say something.
“Gentlemen, I never felt so flambustered in all my born days. I’m no orator62 like Mr Strout, but I also should like to thank the judge for his day’s work. Gentlemen, what’s the use of saying to the contrary when you don’t feel it? I’m glad that Beeswing won, and it’s downright honest truth, though I say it (great laughter) . . . I couldn’t have lost and not showed it, like Mr Strout. Maybe that comes of travellin’ in furrin’ paarts, for I’ve never been out of sight of Buryan tower for a whole day in my life. Now let me tell ee somethin’. It is not the furst, it’s not the second time that Beeswing has coused that leel Jack; and I knawed un the minit he jumped up by a whitey mark on the niddick. In conclusion, let me tell ee to your face, Mr Strout, that you’re a sportsman; and if I’ve shawed ee any ill feelin’, and I fear I have, I ask ee to overlook it. I wish ee well, and every St Just man godspeed.” (Applause.)
Thus amicably63 ended that day’s coursing match, which is now a tradition, its minutest details accurately64 passed on by the farmers in the chimney-corners of the West Country.
Digory was as good as his word; and in the following June a consignment65 of a hundred and fifteen hares arrived at Penzance from Salisbury Plain. These were set free on Bartinney, Mulfra, the Galver, Kenidzhek and the Dry Cairn, and for some years afterwards the country was well stocked.
Unfortunately the conditions of existence have proved too hard for them, and little by little they have had to yield in the struggle against their many enemies, until to-day a hare is as scarce in the Land’s End district as when Digory returned home from the Rocky Mountains. Nevertheless, a few hardy66 survivors67 are still found on the hills; and when, as generally happens, the hare outruns the dogs—descendants perhaps of Beeswing and Fleetfoot—the disappointed sportsman attributes its escape, not to witchcraft68, but to stamina69 derived70 from the strain of the little Jack of Bartinney.
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consignment
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