I looked too, and there, just below, was old Roby, the best foxhound in a dozen counties, creeping like a cat along the top rail of a sheep-fence, now putting his nose down to the wood, now throwing his head back for a great howl of exultation.
"Ways of Wood Folk"
William J. Long
Over at Otterford Mill, the stream swept like a torrent through a chain of wide lakes; Mr. Bates' cottage was cut off from the highroad, and the meadows behind the neighboring foxhound Kennels were deep under water.
"The Devil's Garden"
W. B. Maxwell
He loses just like a foxhound.
"At Good Old Siwash"
George Fitch