page 166
"Paul Rainey also, who liked our country enough --or anyway
our bear and deer and panther enough--to use some of the Wall Sreet money
to own enough Mississippi land for him and his friends to hunt them in:
a hound man primarily, who took his pack of bear hounds to Africa to see
what they would do on lion or vice versa."
page 194
"But in winter of course (as now), it was different, with the quail
season and the Grand National Trials, with the rich money of oil and wheat
barons from Wall Street and Chicago and Saskatchewan, and the fine dogs
with pedigrees more jealous then princes, and the fine breeding and training
kennels only minutes away now by automobile--Red Banks and Michigan City
and La Grange and Germantown, and the names--Colonel Linscomb, whose horse
(we assumed) we were going to race against tomorrow, and Horace Lytle and
George Peyton as magical among bird-dog people as Babe Ruth and Ty cobb
among baseball aficionados, and Mr. Jim Avant from Hicory Flat and Mr.
Paul Rainey just a few miles down Colonel Sartoris's railroad toward
Jefferson--hound men both, who (I suppose) among these mere pedigreed pointers
and setters, called themselves slumming; the vast rambling hotel booming
then, staffed and elegant, the very air itself suave and murmurous with
money, littered with colored ribbons and cluttered with silver cups."