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immediately they were cast in, and, working through to the 

 east side, pushed a very stout fox out. Fred Phillips view- 

 ing him away and holloaing, hounds raced through the 

 timber to a check on the Austin Farm, then carried the 

 line rather slowly down the hill and over the Goshen Road 

 into the swamp, up the hill to a moment's check north of 

 the West Chester Pike, then over just below the spot 

 where Charlie Snowden was killed a few years ago, and on 

 into the lovely big meadows at a racing pace to the Dun- 

 woody Home, hounds going just north of the buildings, 

 then left-handed, when they sank the valley and fairly flew 

 on down the Ridley Creek to Trimble's Hollow Bridge. 

 Crossing the creek they appeared to be heading for Upper 

 Providence, and, as all the field had to go on to the road 

 and through the covered bridge to cross the creek, hounds 

 slipped out of sight. 



Thinking the fox was pointing his mask southward, we 

 galloped out to the Providence Road, expecting to get on 

 even terms with them there, but, on getting to the hilltop, 

 found hounds were nowhere in sight. No one was with 

 them, that we were sure of. Deciding that the fox must 

 have doubled back after crossing the creek, we galloped 

 down again into Florida Swamp, and up to the hilltop by 

 the Dunwoody Home, with horses hot and ready for a 

 check, but hounds nowhere in sight, and the time forty- 

 seven minutes since the find, with the greater part of it at 

 one's best pace. 



After waiting about some time, and with many sugges- 

 tions of what had become of hounds, several of the field de- 

 cided they had had enough and started to ride out towards 

 Newtown Square. Fred and Mrs. Sturges, in going to- 

 wards the Florida Wood, saw the pack marking their fox 

 to earth on the edge of the wood, just back of the hill where 



