Some women riding to hounds in Geneseo, N. Y., came to a place where, because no fox will go where there is iron, they could gain on the beast by taking a cut of a mile along the railroad tracks. They had ridden into a deep culvert with sides too steep for the horses to vault when suddenly the rails began to tremble, a train thundered round a curve a few hundred yards behind them, and they were called upon to decide a delicate conflict between morality and sportsmanship. Morally, they were obligated to...
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