A FOXHUNTING JOURNAL ii 



where, after a short check, hounds swung sharply around 

 and took us back down-country again to the Mill. Cross- 

 ing the Pike above the Mill, hounds ran at a faster pace 

 over the meadows to Powder Rocks, then, reaching the 

 hills again, they were brought to their noses as previously 

 and worked their line on up-country, through Bromall to 

 the Barrens, and on out to Bryn Mawr Avenue, where the 

 fox was evidently turned, for hounds turned back once 

 more and were finally whipped off in Bergdoll's Wood, 

 after three hours and five minutes of very good hound 

 work, but not a great deal of galloping, which, no doubt, 

 was a good thing, as the going was hard as nails and the 

 hillsides a mass of ice. 



Roscoe Bowen's chestnut mare went down in a ditch on 

 the hilltops back of Bergdoll's, and both Roscoe and the 

 mare were considerably the worse for wear; Roscoe so 

 much so that he had to be taken to the hospital for repairs. 



There were very few who ventured out on such a day, 

 and fewer still of us who stayed to the end; those at the 

 meet being: Horace B. Hare, M.F.H.; Harry W. Harrison; 

 Fred and Mrs. Sturges, but they left rather early; Harry 

 and Miss Barclay; Mr. Fiske; Mrs. John Converse; Ned 

 Blabon; Rowland Comly; Isaac Clothier; and Nelson 

 Buckley. 



It seemed an impossible day to hunt. One would have 

 said there would be no scent at all, which only goes to 

 prove that the longer one hunts, the less one really knows 

 about scent; or, maybe it is n't so much the foxes' scent as 

 it is the condition of hounds; how they are hunted and 

 whether they rely on themselves or rely on their hunts- 

 man; and whether they are keen for their work or are 

 slack. 



