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down-country, they carried it to Palmer's Mill, through 

 the covered bridge (nothing sounds better than a pack in 

 full cry going through a covered bridge) to the Rose Tree 

 Race Track, where they made the lower turn of the track, 

 and sinking the hill crossed the road into Dr. Jim Hutch- 

 inson's farm. 



Hounds were at fault in the quarry an instant, then 

 running up the creek through Palmer's Mill again, and on 

 over the same line as we had come down-country to 

 Snakehouse and Trimble's Hollow; hounds being whipped 

 off at the covered bridge in the hollow, after two hours and 

 forty minutes of very beautiful hound work, and scent 

 just holding enough to keep them on their noses and allow 

 the field to stay on terms with them. It's a hilly bit of 

 country, but something quite fascinating about it, and 

 hounds are apt to run well there, but not at great speed. 

 There were not many out, only Henry and Mrs. Collins; 

 Mrs. Victor Mather; Fred and Mrs. Sturges; Miss Betty 

 Sinnickson; Miss Ruth Wood; Isaac and Mrs. Clothier; 

 and Ned Dougherty, 



Saturday, ijth January, 1914 

 It*s always a great pleasure, as well as very good for one, 

 to hunt with a neighboring pack. One gets in a rut if one 

 never sees how they do it in some one's else country;, and 

 to-day's run with the Brandywine, although short, was 

 most interesting and delightful. 



But how could it be anything but delightful, with such 

 a host as the Master of the Brandywine, Charles E. 

 Mather, Esq., and his two charming foxhunting daughters 

 to receive you and your wife, even if it was raining like 

 the proverbial cats and dogs, and the prospects for the 

 morrow anything but propitious. But after a good dinner, 



