72 RADNOR REMINISCENCES 



Run," we were a very contented, self-satisfied, and smil- 

 ing lot. 



On August 21 St, Ben Chew, M.F.H., opened the Rad- 

 nor cubbing season with the bitch pack and all the young 

 entry. It was a warm, sultry sort of morning as I left my 

 stable at four-thirty, and quite too dark to find my hole in 

 the hedge to make a short cut out to the road, so, leaving 

 the navigation to my good horse "Poacher" until a few 

 faint rays of the morning sun enabled me to see, we finally 

 arrived at the kennels just as Will Leverton sounded a note 

 on his horn and hounds came streaming out the wide doors 

 to him. There were only five of us, including the Master on 

 "Oviat," David S. B. Chew on "Killrush," and Harry 

 Brown, first whipper-in, on "Marie." 



The Norris cornfield produced a cub at once, hounds 

 opening to the line with a roar that must have made the 

 blood in a late-sleeping neighbor's veins tingle, if such a 

 thing is possible. 



Our cub broke from the cornfield, came around back of 

 the farm buildings and jumped down the ha-ha into the 

 road and up the other bank, giving us a splendid view. 

 Hounds were right on his brush, and, pushing him over the 

 hill, through the wood, and back to the cornfield again, 

 they swung right-handed across the Hospital Farm, finally 

 marking him under in the railroad embankment near the 

 bridge. 



A THICK blanket of fog settled down just as hounds found 

 at the Chimney Corner at five-fifteen on the morning 

 of August 26th. They ran for forty minutes around the 

 Brookthorpe Farm, marking their fox to earth on the 

 Marple Road; but as Nelson Buckley said as we were hack- 

 ing back to Boggestowe House for breakfast, "We had a 



