He was at daggers drawn with his nearest neighbor, a cross-grained mountain farmer, who may be known as old man Prindle.

Old man Prindle had been in the Union Army, and his Republicanism was of the blackest and most uncompromising type.

There was one point, however, on which the two came together.

They were exceedingly fond of hunting with hounds.

The Judge had three or four track-hounds, and four of which he called swift-hounds, the latter including one pure-bred greyhound bitch of wonderful speed and temper, a dun-colored yelping animal which was a cross between a greyhound and a fox-hound, and two others that were crosses between a greyhound and a wire-haired Scotch deer-hound.