10 RADNOR REMINISCENCES 



came running up to the house to tell me he could hear 

 hounds down by the Darby Creek, so I hustled along and 

 reached the creek just as a pack of hounds were swimming 

 across. I recognized them as Rose Tree, but no one was 

 with them, so I had things all to myself. 



They turned down the long meadow below the covered 

 bridge, then worked slowly up over the hill and ran par- 

 allel to the Lawrence Road to Grassland^Station, where 

 they turned left-handed and with a beautiful cry ran to 

 the Ellis Road, where the fox had evidently been turned 

 by a farmer, as hounds turned back and ran to the hill- 

 side above the creek again, when I could hear a horn across 

 the creek in the wood back of Bergdoll's, and presently 

 two horsemen rode out of the wood. They came around 

 by the bridge, and turned out to be Simon Delbert, the 

 ex-Master of Rose Tree, and a whipper-in. Hounds had 

 run quite away from them, and, as it was getting dark and 

 they had six miles to go back to kennels, they whipped 

 hounds off and we parted. 



Wednesday, 12th February, 1913, " Lincoln'' s Birthday** 

 A MORE unpropitious day for hunting it would have been 

 hard to imagine. The mercury was at 14° when I left my 

 stable at ten-thirty to hack over to the kennels for the 

 meet at eleven. Not only was it cold, but a gale was 

 blowing. 



The first draw was Mr. Ellis's meadow, but the big 

 drains there proved blank. Hounds moved on down the 

 Darby Creek to the wood back of Bergdoll's, where two 

 foxes went away, the pack splitting, but most of the small 

 field out went after that part of the pack that crossed the 

 Pike, bearing left-handed to the Lawrence Mills, then up- 

 country again, along the creek to the Fox Croft Quarries. 



