A FOXHUNTING JOURNAL 59 



Needless to say, the story was too good to be kept 

 secret, and "Buck" was the recipient of a good deal of 

 ragging, until one day, some weeks later, at about that 

 hour when the sun passes over the yardarm, and Mr. 

 Buckley, of Erdenheim, was modestly boasting of some 

 of his exploits, conquests, or whatever may be the most 

 polite term, it was unanimously decided to perform a 

 slight operation on him. On being laid out on the impro- 

 vised operating-table, it was discovered that he had an 

 unusually large roll of money in his breeches' pocket. 

 Therefore, the self-appointed surgeons appropriated the 

 money as their just fees. 



Upon the recovery of the patient, some one suggested 

 it was a charity case, so the money was returned at once. 



No one had counted the money; no one knew how much 

 they had taken; but each gave back a handful of bills. 

 But the patient that night, on reaching home, proceeded 

 to count his wealth, and found, much to his surprise, that 

 he was forty-seven dollars richer than before. 



Saturday, 8th January, 19 16 

 Mr. Jorrocks once said, "There's nothing so queer as 

 scent, 'cept a woman." Ask any Master of hounds. He 

 may not agree with you about the ladies; but it's a hun- 

 dred to one shot that he will about scent. 



For the past fortnight there has been no scent at all; 

 foxes have been going away right in front of hounds, and 

 they have n't been able to do a thing. But everything 

 changed to-day, and conditions were certainly not favor- 

 able either, as the thermometer stood at 13° when my 

 horse left home at eight-thirty for the meet at Goshen 

 School. 



However, our first fox was pushed out of the Hershey 



