Foa: Hunting in America 27 



The writer can hardly close this chapter on hunting in 

 America without calling attention to the special features of at 

 least one other hunt club, the Rose Tree Hunt. 



A tliirty minutes ride from Philadelphia on the Pennsyl- 

 vania R. R. landed the writer at ]\Iedia, a mile and a half from 

 the Old Rose Tree Hunt Club. A bus soon had him at the 

 club house, where he was made welcome by a few of the mem- 

 bers who wei'e putting up there for the night. 



The club properly consists of a beautiful farm of about 

 75 acres, over which is laid a steeplechase course, on which the 

 club holds a race meeting every fall for the entertainment of 

 its members and the farmers over whose lands they ride, and 

 for the country-side at large. These meetings are old time- 

 honoured events and are attended by a large number of people 

 from Philadelphia, Baltimore and the surrounding country. 

 The club house is an old-fashioned Colonial mansion, fitted up 

 to meet the requirements of the members. There is no attempt 

 made at display; the house is a model of comfort and conven- 

 ience and is beautifully adapted for the purpose for which 

 it is now being used. Also on the grounds are stables with 

 ample accommodation for horses and a first class kennel 

 equipment. 



To toast one's shins on a cold winter's night before the 

 himt club fireplace, with such venerable men as Heiuy K. 

 Saulnier, the president, and J. Howard I^ewis, \ice-president 

 of the club, is indeed a treat. The former is now (lOOo) in 

 his ninety-sixth year and the latter is in his ninety-first year. 

 Both of these gentlemen give fox hunting the credit for keep- 

 ing their wills from going to probate. 



In chasing the fox thej'^ have hterally outridden Father 

 Time, who sharpened his scythe and started after them nearly 

 a hundred years ago. 



I will never forget hearing these two dear old fox hunters 

 talk over their hunting days of forty or fifty years ago, how 



