44 RADNOR REMINISCENCES 



out the other side to Van Meeter's, where, at a check, they 

 were taken home. 



Thursday, 14th January, 1915 

 Hounds met at the kennels at ten-thirty, with a good 

 share of the field made up of the fair sex; and what could 

 be more delightful? We hacked up the Goshen Road to 

 Brooks's Wood, and it fell to my good fortune to ride with 

 a most beautiful and dashing young lady, who was very 

 evidently trying in a roundabout way to lead me to believe 

 that the recent gossip about her and a certain Mr. G., a 

 rather flighty foxhunter from a neighboring country, was 

 not true. I, apparently, swallowed it all, but know other- 

 wise, as I happened to be there, as Buck would say, "me- 

 self." 



However, I don't blame the man at all, and, besides, 

 what can a gentleman do, under the circumstances, espe- 

 cially when the lady is so extremely alluring? And what 's 

 more, she goes — well to hounds too. Women and hounds 

 are a bad combination, and, when taken separately, they 

 ofj-en enough lead to as much mischief as when combined. 

 But, be that as it may, when we arrived at Brooks's Wood, 

 Horace Hare discovered that Sam Kirk's hounds were in 

 covert ahead of us. He passed the word along, and we gal- 

 loped "hell for leather" to the covered bridge and put 

 hounds into Mr. Yarnall's covert before Kirkie reached 

 there. They opened up at once, just beyond the lake, run- 

 ning with a beautiful cry up the hillside, where we viewed 

 our fox, creeping along the foundations of Mr. Yarnall's 

 new house, just as hounds rolled him over. 



When Horace and Will Leverton were doing the honors 

 over Reynard's remains, it was discovered he had one hind 

 leg fast in a steel trap, with about twelve inches of heavy 



