58 RADNOR REMINISCENCES 



Those who had motored from a distance had a bad time 

 getting home, some of the cars spending the rest of the week 

 at Unionville. By Tuesday morning all the roads were 

 blocked with snow, and the country impossible to hunt, so 

 we decided to try to get home. Nelson Buckley said his old 

 Simplex car could go across country, so we started out for 

 Kennett Square in it and caught a train to Philadelphia at 

 noon; but the poor horses and hounds did n't fare so well, 

 as it took them seven hours to do the twenty-five miles 

 back to kennels through the snow. 



Speaking of Nelson Buckley reminds me of the story 

 they tell of his first appearance with the Radnor hounds, 

 a good many years ago, in Mr. Mather's regime. 



"Buck" appeared on the scene one fine morning, re- 

 splendent in new scarlet and spotless leathers, and went 

 up to Mr. Mather, who was standing on the Club House 

 steps, and presented him with a supposed letter of intro- 

 duction, saying, "I am Mr. Buckley, of Erdenheim." Mr. 

 Mather, in his usual, most hospitable manner, just glanced 

 at the note and told "Mr. Buckley, of Erdenheim," how 

 delighted he was to welcome him to Radnor, etc. 



Hounds moved off; the business of the day absorbed the 

 M.F.H., and it was not until he was at home that evening 

 that he re-read the note "Buck" had given him, which 

 ran something like this: 



My dear Mr. Mather: 



This will introduce to you my very dear friend, Mr. 

 Buckley, of Erdenheim, an ardent foxhunter and sports- 

 man of the highest type; and I trust you will extend to him 

 the hospitalities (both liquid and otherwise) of the Rad- 

 nor Hunt. 



(Signed) R. Nelson Buckley 



