46 RADNOR REMINISCENCES 



Jack Caffery caught my horse, and, after a short gallop, 

 caught hounds at a check and just in time to see Sam Chew 

 and "Jim Bloodso " slide around the corner at Rocky Hill 

 on their backs. I thought I was muddy, but Sam did me 

 one better. 



Hounds now turned sharply east, and, keeping the Mal- 

 vern Barrens on their right, crossed the State Road into 

 the Hog Lane Woods, then on up-country to Hershey's 

 Mill, where they turned again, and heading down-country 

 fairly flew towards the Malvern Barrens. 



Where hounds finally flew to, I have n't heard, for I 

 stopped in the Stuart Farm with Bob Montgomery, to see 

 if we could do anything to help Alexander D. "Rudder" 

 Grange, whose horse, "Golden Glow," had turned over on 

 him, in jumping a fence out of a soft cornfield. He looked in 

 pretty bad shape when we carried him into the Stuart cot- 

 tage on a shutter, and Dr. Kurtz, of Malvern, who arrived 

 soon after, confirmed our worst fears. It seemed hours be- 

 fore the ambulance from the Bryn Mawr Hospital came; 

 but, fortunately, unconsciousness relieved his suffering, 

 and, in spite of an operation, as the last resort, he died 

 Tuesday morning. 



Monday, 22nd February, 1915 

 " Washington's Birthday " 



**Too many cooks spoil the broth," and I 've often felt that 

 too many packs of hounds spoil a hunt; but I was wrong 

 to-day, for, despite having three packs together, hounds 

 ran two hours and fifteen minutes. 



We met at White Horse — Radnor, Kirk's, and Serrill's 

 hounds — and, as they moved off, I could n't help thinking 

 of the poem about Andy Hartigan's bobbery pack, that 

 came out in Punch, some time ago. 



