6o RADNOR REMINISCENCES 



Mill covert, Harry Harrison and I viewing him crossing 

 the King Road; and being afraid of being caught by the 

 Master in a place we should not have been, we rode into 

 the wood to hide until the field came along, when we 

 trailed in behind as innocent as lambs. 



Even though this fox did n't give hounds much to do, 

 as they lost him back of the Brown Field, our consciences 

 were clear, as they had taken him about five minutes be- 

 yond where we had met him face to face. 



Working down-country, a good fox went out of 

 Malvern Barrens. Hounds checked a moment in the 

 swamp, then went at a good clip through the Boyer Davis 

 Farm to Evans's meadow, where Antelo Devereux had 

 quite a fall, and on to Cathcart's Rocks, but, keeping it on 

 their left, came back over Mr. Cuyler's hill to his back 

 lane, where a screaming big new four-rail fence at the foot 

 of a steep hill made every one sit up and take notice. The 

 ground was covered with ice and it did n't look good to 

 any one, until Will Leverton said, "Well, I must get to 

 my hounds." He sailed at it; the take-off was bad and his 

 horse slipped, and, fortunately, for the rest of us, broke it 

 down. Hounds swung left-handed just over the brook, 

 came back across the f?rm and out to the White Horse 

 Road, over the Red Bridge to Van Meeter's, through 

 "Pick " Harrison's, and, keeping the Leopard hard to their 

 left, crossed above Leiber's, on into the Rowland Comly 

 Farm, where a fresh fox went out of covert with four 

 couples on its line; but the hunted fox turned back, hounds 

 taking us to Lockwood's Hollow, and on up-country to the 

 White Horse Farm swimming-pool, where scent failed 

 completely, hounds having given us an hour and twenty 

 minutes of very satisfactory work. 



Those in the best of it were, besides the Master; Mr. 



