A FOXHUNTING JOURNAL 31 



Thursday, yd February, 1914 

 In drawing the Charlton Yarnall Farm, Radnor hounds 

 harked to Sam Kirk's pack that had just found, and 

 Radnor's field had a hard gallop to get on terms with the 

 two packs, which they did in the White Horse Farm. 



As we were coming out by the Red Bridge, the wife 

 of a well-known M.F.H. turned upside down in the big 

 meadow, but, fortunately, it was good falling to-day, as 

 the going was soft. Fred Sturges and Ben Chew caught 

 her horse, put her up, and off she galloped, never waiting 

 for them to get up, and, as Fred Sturges's "Pocono" is 

 sometimes hard to mount, he lost a good part of the run, 

 but finally caught up. 



^ Hounds ran with a fair scent to Cathcart's Rocks, over 

 the hill and on to Malvern Barrens, where another wife of 

 an M.F.H. came to grief, and, unfortunately, with more 

 dire results, but to the horse and not the lady. "Failian," 

 Mrs. Valentine's good chestnut hunter, put his foot in a 

 deep frozen hole, turned over, and cut his leg badly. 

 Howard Lewis stopped the blood, and Mrs. Howard 

 Henry rode home with her; but it was Mrs. Valentine's 

 unlucky day, as having telephoned for her motor, and 

 coming by the corner at Old Square, it met a Ford truck 

 head on. The result, as may be imagined, was quite disas- 

 trous to the Ford. In the meantime, hounds had gone 

 through the Barrens and out the upper end. Crossing the 

 Sugartown Road, they bore right-handed across the State 

 Road by the Rush Hospital, and fairly flew on up-country 

 to Hershey's Mill, where, instead of going to earth as we 

 all expected, our fox went on to the Convent; keeping it 

 on their right, hounds ran to Green Hill Station, then 

 left-handed to Hoopes Bros, and Thomas Nurseries, where 

 scent failed, as it so often does in these nurseries; but. 



