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But, unlike Andy Hartigan's, this mixture of blood and 

 color stuck to their original quarry, and going away, like 

 the proverbial "bat out of hell," from William Evans's 

 meadow, raced across the White Horse Farm to Mr. Yar- 

 nall's, around his new house and out to the covered bridge. 

 Crossing the Goshen Road into Dr. Stengle's, they sank 

 the vale into Shrimer's Clearing, on up-country to Dutton's 

 Mill, to Miss Hook's, swinging right-handed into the Bryn 

 Clovis Dairy Farm, and on to Cathcart's Rocks, where 

 some of us thought he went to earth; but, if he did, he 

 pushed another fresh fox out for hounds, for, after a mo- 

 ment's check, they sailed on across the Seventy-Six Farm, 

 to Lockwood's, Mr. Pepper's, Dr. White's, and back to 

 Yarnall's, where, at a check by the bridge, the straggling 

 hounds caught up. Horace Hare made a forward cast over 

 the road; hounds opened up to the line at once and took 

 us up-country again to Delchester, where scent failed. 



Out of a field of fifty at the start, only ten survived the 

 day. Accidents were numerous, but not serious. Miss 

 Rulon Miller turned a corner too fast, back of Dutton's 

 Mill, and went down; Mrs. Frazier Harrison's saddle turned, 

 and she came to grief; Gerry Leiper's horse fell on the 

 Sugartown Road; and Charlie Munn took a beautiful fall, 

 somewhere, I can't remember the exact spot. 



Those at the end were: Horace Hare, M.F.H.; Ned and 

 Miss Dougherty; Harry Barclay; Fred Sturges; Lemuel 

 Altem.us; Sam Kirk; Walter Stokes; and Gerry Leiper. 



Tuesday, 2yd March, 1915 

 Another hunting season closed to-day with a most fitting 

 ending. Hounds ran an hour and fifty-five minutes, with 

 only one check, and that of only four minutes, covering 

 quite nineteen miles and taking us clear out of our country. 



