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over the Leopard Road to Mrs. McGovern's, when they 

 crossed the Harrison Meadows and, circling the farm 

 buildings, ran through the wood along the Creek Road, up 

 the Happy Creek drive and, sinking the vale with a beau- 

 tiful scent and cry, ran to Lockwood's Hollow, on to the 

 Red Iron Bridge, then, turning sharply, came back down- 

 country over pretty much the same line to Mr. John 

 Brown's, marking their fox to ground at the celebrated 

 drain in that lovely stretch of turf. 



Only six of us stayed out long enough to get the run — 

 the Master on "Styx"; Plunket Stewart on Horace Hare's 

 "Plainsman"; Buck; and Gerry and Mrs. Leiper. 



Saturday, 26th March, 1916 

 The season is over, finished to-day in quite good style; and 

 now for other pleasures afield, but with one's thoughts con- 

 tinually harking back to the good horses that have carried 

 one, and who, in my humble opinion, have enjoyed the 

 sport equally as much as have the somewhat bumpy bur- 

 dens they have so patiently carried on their back. As for 

 the hounds, we know they enjoy it, or they would n't run 

 as well as they do; and, besides, don't they actually tell 

 one so, every time they get a whiff of a good fox's line? 



And even if most of the hounds have nothing to do all 

 summer but lie around in the shade and maybe be taken 

 for a swim about four o'clock in the afternoon, there are 

 some of the ladies of the pack that have quite strenuous 

 domestic duties to perform. But it's all in a lifetime, and 

 I'm sure they all enjoy it. 



But I 've overrun the line a bit, and, to get to the bus- 

 iness of the moment, hounds met this morning at ten 

 o'clock at White Horse, found in Pratt's Wood, ran with a 

 burning scent across to the far side of Delchester, circled 



