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chain attached to the trap, so no wonder the poor fox 

 was caught so quickly. With Will Leverton riding in front, 

 holding the fox, trap, and chain, we all very solemnly 

 rode over to Mr. Yarnall's farmhouse, called the farmer 

 out, presented him with the fox, and told him to keep it 

 and show it to Mr. Yarnall. Of course, he said he did n't 

 set the trap, etc. But — it should n't occur. 



Solemnly we moved on, hoping the farmer had been 

 deeply impressed with the seriousness of the situation, and, 

 on reaching Cathcart's Rocks, "Pick" Harrison viewed 

 another fox out the upper side of covert. Hounds were 

 lifted to the view, took it up at once, and swung left- 

 handed back to the Rocks and out the other side, as if go- 

 ing down-country. Most of the field had galloped up the 

 hill back of covert, so, when hounds came crashing back 

 over the creek and out the upper end again, nearly every 

 one had a bad start. But a few of us were on the inside of 

 the circle and had a beautiful gallop to " Bill" Evans's and 

 through Boyer Davis's, to the earth outside the Malvern 

 Barrens, where hounds marked their fox to ground. 



Our third fox must have had a lady-love in covert, for 

 he would not go out and run. Several times hounds pushed 

 him out a few yards, when he would turn back, and on one 

 occasion Ned Blabon tried to head him off, but the fox 

 dodged around his horse and beat him to it. 



Saturday, \6th January, 1915 

 It's a long, long drill to Goshen School, where we met this 

 beautiful day; and after finding Shellbark and Hershey's 

 Mill blank, worked down-country to Charles Cox's, where 

 a good stout fox broke right in front of hounds, and we 

 were sailing along when my faithful horse "Castlereagh" 

 put me down in a wood lane, just below Rocky Hill. 



