92 RADNOR REMINISCENCES 



gized, having mistaken the dates, and everything was 

 smooth sailing from then on. 



And so to-day we had a love feast, the Rose Tree and 

 Radnor hounds meeting together at Bromall at ten 

 o'clock; Radnor putting down a mixed pack of fifteen and 

 one half couples and Rose Tree about the same number. 



The fox from Marsh's wood was at home, was viewed 

 away, and gave us a very nice thirty-four minutes out 

 across the forbidden Dr. Chambers farm, into Moore's 

 and Hatton's, then on over the State Farm, and, keeping 

 the Lamb Tavern and Springfield Meeting House on their 

 right, hounds fairly raced down-country, marking their 

 fox to earth at the foot of an old chestnut tree on the 

 Farnum property. 



Reynard number two went out of a bit of wood below 

 the Hutchinson Farm, hounds fairly boiling, and horses 

 blowing. I don't think I ever rode up and down so many 

 hills in my life, for this fox was a circling brute and played 

 around the Rose Tree hills until our horses were practi- 

 cally cooked. Then this fox evidently asked the assist- 

 ance of a friend of his, for the packs split and we said the 

 Radnor hounds were running the hunted fox, and the 

 Rose Tree people, of course, said theirs were. Neverthe- 

 less, after a couple more turns through the hills, the two 

 lines crossed and both packs were together again; and, 

 racing over the big grass fields of Dr. Hutchinson, swam 

 the river and marked their fox to ground after an hour and 

 thirty-five minutes, and just as the Media whistles were 

 blowing one o'clock. 



As the Rose Tree luncheon was not scheduled until two, 

 it save us time to sit and warm our toes and backs before 

 the fire, and incidentally assisted by flight after flight of 

 pink cocktails, colored by the pink roses of the original 



