io8 RADNOR REMINISCENCES 



guard the Netherlands from the sea, and was buried in the 

 peaceful little coast village of Egmond-aan-Zee. 



2,rd September, 1917 — "Labor Day" 

 It*s rather late in the season to begin cubbing, but such is 

 the effect of war economies, etc., on a hunting establish- 

 ment. 



It was an ideal morning to be after the cubs, just the 

 right snap to the air at five-thirty, when hounds left the 

 kennel. Will Leverton bringing out a mixed pack of seven- 

 teen couples, including the seven couples of young entry, 

 and I never saw the Radnor pack in better shape. No one 

 else appeared at the meet, and I must confess I was pretty 

 lonely and sad as I rode up the Creek Road back of hounds. 

 However, on reaching the Godfrey Road we picked up 

 Bob Montgomery and his daughter. Miss Hope, and at 

 Tryon Lewis's Mill met Harry Harrison and his nephew, 

 Charlie, age ten. 



Hounds found at once in Yarnall's Hollow, and, after 

 making a couple of circles around the Hollow, went away 

 in beautiful style. The young entry settled to their work 

 like veterans, and, on crossing the Calvert Farm, we had a 

 splendid view of a fine big cub racing over the meadow 

 with the pack right on his brush, but a friendly cornfield 

 saved him. 



Young Charlie Harrison was apparently greatly disap- 

 pointed when he viewed this fox. What sort of an animal he 

 expected to see we could n't get from him, but, evidently, 

 something about the size of a calf, from the way he spoke. 



Quoting Mr. Dale, of the Sporting and Dramatic News: 

 "It's not only the young who are surprised at the size of 

 a fox. Ask any novice who sees a fox break covert for the 

 first time in his life, to compare it in weight to some well- 



