A FOXHUNTING JOURNAL' 7 



Saturday, 2>oth November, igi2 

 If something unusual did n't happen at the Annual Meet- 

 ing of Radnor Hunt, most people would be disappointed. 



After quite a good day's sport, several foxhunters 

 stayed on at the Club House until time for the Annual 

 Meeting at six-thirty. Being a cold, raw day, it apparently 

 was necessary to take liquid refreshment to warm the 

 inner man, and the famous Radnor Yellow Port, which 

 never fails, again had the desired effect. 



Just as the President had heard the Master's report 

 and was rising to make some sort of remark, complimen- 

 tary, of course, there was a tremendous and prolonged 

 crash, and a very much befuddled foxhunter, accompanied 

 by a table and suitcase, came rolling down the stairs and 

 landed in the room at the President's feet. To say the 

 President was pleased, is putting it mildly! What remarks 

 he intended to make, no one ever knew, but the Secretary 

 saved the day by calling for the Treasurer's report, while 

 helping hands disposed of our pink-coated friend. 



Thursday, ^th December, 19 12 

 After the early part of November, the country became 

 dry again, scent being indifferent until to-day, when a 

 stout fox went away in front of hounds from the north 

 side of Cathcart's Rocks, making a big circle around the 

 Leopard and back to the White Horse Farm, when hounds 

 swung right-handed, and, keeping Mr. Boyer Davis's 

 house on their right, marked their fox to ground at the 

 foot of a dead chestnut tree just across the road from the 

 Davis gateway. 



Curiosity^ they say, killed the cat, and it nearly had the 

 same effect on Alfred Borden, of New York, who was here 

 as the guest of Fred and Mrs. Sturges. After hounds had 



