14 RADNOR REMINISCENCES 



Bromall Wood, and, pointing south, took us to Moore's 

 and Hatton's, where hounds swung left-handed up the 

 creek to the Lawrence Mills, over the creek and down 

 country again to Leedom's Mill, through the wood and out 

 across a very nice line of meadows for a couple of miles to 

 the Media trolley line, where hounds turned sharply to the 

 right and ran with a breast-high scent along the bank of 

 the creek up to the old quarry, where a long log crosses the 

 stream. Here the whole pack crossed on the log in a single 

 file and all giving tongue. It was a wonderful picture and 

 well worth braving the cold to see. 



Hounds ran on through the wood back of the quarry 

 and on south, keeping the Lamb Tavern on their left, 

 crossed the State Farm and on into Hatton's again, where, 

 at a check, I pulled out, as I had to go in town. 



Hounds ran on for an hour and a quarter longer, 

 finally being whipped off near the Lamb. 



Saturday, 1st March, 1913 

 Mud, mud, I'll dream of mud to-night, for I have eaten 

 it, galloped through it, and had both eyes filled with it all 

 day long; and if hounds had not run in a big circle at first, 

 which we were lucky enough to be on the inside of, we 

 could never in the world have stayed with them. Then we 

 were also greatly assisted by some men who were working 

 on a barn roof near Walter Klemm's farm, who did a sort 

 of signalling code to Bill Evans. After meeting at White 

 Horse, we found in Wayne's Swamp, hounds going out 

 the upper side through oceans of mud to Sugartown, 

 then swinging left-handed down-country, through "Bill" 

 Evans's to Cathcart's Rocks, out the lower side and back 

 again to the Rocks, and on up-country to the Klemm 

 Farm, where we saw our fox being coursed and very nearly 



