6 RADNOR REMINISCENCES 



Dr. Jim Hutchinson came to grief for the second time 

 just before we reached Green Briar, as did Frank Smith, 

 the whipper-in. 



Hounds were pressing their fox so hard that he appar- 

 ently missed connections with his home earth, as he went 

 straight through the covert, crossing the West Chester 

 Pike and circHng the farm opposite the Street Road, then, 

 doubling back to covert, he went out the north side again, 

 hounds setting such a pace that our blown horses had all 

 they could do to keep on any sort of terms with them; and 

 the fox continually in view in front of hounds. 



After going through the Dutton's Mill Wood, my faith- 

 ful conveyance " Castlereagh " put me down in a very 

 muddy field; but, fortunately for me, hounds checked a 

 moment later, and I caught up. It was faster than ever 

 from now on to Rocky Hill, where hounds rolled their fox 

 over in the open, after four hours of really remarkable 

 work. 



There were sixteen in at the death, out of a field of 

 seventy-five. Mrs. Devereux was given the brush, and 

 Murray Forbes, of Boston, who was riding one of Dr. 

 Hutchinson's horses, was given a pad, as was also Harry 

 Barclay. 



Hounds ran their fox quite twenty-five miles before 

 pulling him down, and, by the map, it is fifteen miles be- 

 tween the various points. 



P.S. Some years later, after dining at the Barclays' 

 town house, we were talking over the long runs of the past, 

 and on harking back to this memorable day, Harry showed 

 me a silver paper-knife with a fox's pad for a handle, and, 

 on reading the engraved inscription, I found it was this 

 same fox. 



