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here, hounds ran to the hilltop just below the Rose Tree 

 Club House, and, sinking the valley once more, took 

 us back to practically where they found, and, turning 

 again, came back to Dr. Hutchinson's, ran through the 

 Benson covered bridge, and, making another big circle of 

 the Rose Tree Hills, finally marking their fox to earth on 

 the edge of the wood by the watering-trough above Palm- 

 er's Mill. So far as I can remember, it is the only day 

 this season at Radnor when there were no ladies out, the 

 field being composed of the Master; Bob Strawbridge, 

 on a very playful young chestnut, recently brought out 

 from Ireland; Bob, Jr., home from Harvard for the holi- 

 days; William T. Carter, on a grey, and also home for the 

 holidays from Groton; and Nelson Buckley. 



Thursday, ^th January, 19 17 

 The last run I wrote about was one of the slow, nose-to- 

 the-ground, hand-gallop sort, but to-day's was of exactly 

 the opposite kind, with the ground frozen Hke iron and 

 rough as possible. Hounds made a four-and-a-quarter- 

 mile point and ran quite six miles in twenty-seven min- 

 utes, marking their fox in Mr. John Brown's drain, after 

 bringing him down from Wayne's Swamp without a check. 

 Those of us getting it being: B. Chew, M.F.H., who 

 turned upside down in jumping the fence out of the Happy 

 Creek Meadow, but fortunately landed on his back in a 

 snowdrift; Fred and Mrs. Sturges; Dave Sharp; Henry and 

 Mrs. Collins; William Carter, Jr.; Ben Holland; Miss 

 Margaret Hopper; Mrs. Snowden; and "Pick" Harrison. 



Tuesday, gth January, 19 17 

 Scent — there's been so much written and said about it 

 by really experienced hound men that a rank amateur like 



