A FOXHUNTING JOURNAL 5 



of hounds, and, by a great effort, Will Leverton and Frank 

 Smith, the whips, succeeded in stopping hounds just at the 

 edge of the tracks as the train came by. Then a forward 

 cast by Horace Hare and hounds went off again with a 

 roar, swinging left-handed beyond the station and taking 

 us at a burning clip to the House of Refuge, where hounds 

 made two circles of the wood before heading down-coun- 

 try. Ben Chew here had a very bad fall, his horse turning 

 over at a fence and landing on top of him, pushing him 

 down into the soft mud. When the horse finally rolled off 

 and Ben was able to move, there was quite a dent in the 

 ground where they had fallen. Ben was unable to go on, 

 and, while he was leaning on the only jumpable part of the 

 fence, trying to get his wind, the rest of us had to jump a 

 picket fence into some one's farmyard, a rather nasty 

 place. Mrs. Fred Sturges's horse refused it, and she never 

 caught up with hounds again. 



Chris Hagan had another fall jumping into a lane near 

 here, landing head-first in a patch of briars, and we left 

 him sitting on a rock picking thorns out of his face; but he 

 caught up with hounds again later on, and had the rare 

 honor to-day of having five falls from his new purchase. 



John Converse came to grief a couple of fields beyond, 

 and then Eddie Dale performed for us very nicely at a 

 stiff three-rail fence out of a cornfield. 



Every one was getting his turn and the pace was begin- 

 ning to tell, when hounds checked at a fork in the road, 

 and it was decided to separate the two packs and go home. 

 Just as we were moving off and had said good-bye to Rose 

 Tree, a Radnor dog hound spoke; both packs harked to 

 him and we were off again — those that were left of us — 

 at a pretty fast pace towards Green Briar and over a very 

 nice line of grass. 



