12 RADNOR REMINISCENCES 



Thursday, 20th February, 19 13 

 When hounds break away on the road in going from the 

 meet to the first covert, as they did to-day, when we 

 moved off from Newtown Square at ten-thirty, and when 

 one is riding a green colt that it's quite impossible to hold; 

 and when one comes to grief at the first fence and never 

 sees hounds again all day; — well, there's not a great 

 deal one can say about the way hounds worked, or the 

 line they took; but, fortunately, — or maybe it's unfor- 

 tunate, — there were others who had their vicissitudes as 

 well as I. 



A fox had evidently just crossed the road below the 

 Square before hounds came along, for they broke away 

 with a tremendous roar as we were moving off, and crossed 

 over into Battles's Meadows, on across the Line Road 

 keeping the green-houses on their right, and swinging 

 right-handed into the Mark Hopkins farm. 



Back of the green-houses I came to grief in three strands 

 of telegraph wire. Oh, yes! I saw the wire; but I could n't 

 stop. Dave Sharp kindly caught my horse and put him in 

 a lady's back yard, where all the family wash, composed 

 principally of unmentionables, was hanging out to dry; 

 and the least I can say is — that the lady was not at all 

 pleased. After helping pick up the aforementioned un- 

 mentionables that my horse had knocked down and walked 

 on, I started out after hounds again; but the first thing I 

 saw was Gerry Leiper being run away with on "Banker" 

 Smith's grey roan. He went by Snakehouse Wood like an 

 express train and stopped somewhere near White Horse, 

 minus his shoes and with very sore feet. 



Next I met Miss Betty Sinnickson, very ruffled as re- 

 gards her temper. She had been pulled off by a grapevine 

 in the wood and a certain gallant foxhunter had galloped 



