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they checked a moment, then on to Mr. Coxe's, and 

 through to Waynesboro, and running hard by the leopard 

 to the Wendel property, where we viewed our fox pointing 

 back toward Cathcart's Rocks; but, keeping the Rocks on 

 their left, hounds ran a beautiful line through the Seventy- 

 Six Farm to Lockwood's Hollow and on to Rowland 

 Comly's, where we viewed again before crossing into the 

 Happy Creek Meadows, when hounds took us to Mr. 

 John Brown's and gave it up just below the Old Mill. 



No one had suffered from the cold so far, so the Master 

 decided to try for one "supposed" to be at the Stokes 

 Farm. He was there, and went out through the wood to 

 the West Chester Pike. Having cast a front shoe, I made 

 up my mind that if hounds ran down-country I 'd take a 

 chance of staying somewhere near them, but on reaching 

 the Pike, they turned up-country, so I pulled out and 

 rode down the Pike with Harold W^ilcox to the Square, 

 where some excellent port kept us warm until we reached 

 the kennels. Hounds, I hear, ran on from Castle Rock to 

 Green Briar and to earth in the Malvern Barrens. 



Thursday, 2yrd, March, 1916 

 After meeting at the kennels at one o'clock, and drawing 

 the country blank as far as Mr. Charlton Yarnall's, hounds 

 finally found a fox at home. He was a circling beggar, but 

 gave us an hour and forty-three minutes of fairly fast work, 

 with the going in that condition when horses are on top of 

 the ground in one stride and in up to their bellies the next. 

 However, no one went down, but we were all pretty near 

 it a number of times. 



It was half-past four when hounds first spoke to the line 

 in the Yarnall Meadow, and coming down the creek crossed 

 through Dr. White's to Innes's Wood, to Calvert's and 



