A FOXHUNTING JOURNAL in 



Leverton, the slip, and, turning sharp back, ran to Waynes- 

 boro and through to Nawbeck, where scent failed entirely. 



Most of the field, deciding they had lost enough weight 

 for one day, left from here; but on coming down-country 

 hounds pushed another cub out of Rowland Comly's wood, 

 and after a very smart run of fifteen minutes marked him 

 to earth in Battles's (Brooks's) wood. 



Among the field were the Master; Mrs. Snowden, beau- 

 tifully mounted and riding her own line as usual; Isaac 

 Clothier, Jr.; Ned and Miss Dougherty; Eddie Dale; Nel- 

 son Buckley; Lowber and John Stokes; Lem Altemus; Miss 

 Eugenia Cassatt; and Arthur Dickson. 



15/ November, 1917 

 It was sad to-day at Newtown Square; even the old inn 

 did n't somehow look the same. There were very few 

 smiling farmer friends to greet the hounds, besides only a 

 field of seven for an opening meet at Radnor. A couple of 

 years ago one would have said such a thing impossible. 

 No breakfast for the opening meet at Happy Creek; no 

 pink coats, not even for the hunt servants; but the great 

 point is to keep the sport going, and that can only be done 

 by science, enthusiasm, and perseverance, with greatly 

 reduced funds. 



Hunting has never been exclusively a rich man's game, 

 which is one of its blessings. A good foxhound is enough 

 to make a cry, and a horse that can gallop and stay is all 

 we need, so those of us who are still at home must carry 

 on, even if things are not quite as we would like them. 



Even most of the ladies deserted hounds to-day. 



Yarnall's Hollow was drawn blank; but on working up 

 the creek through Mr. John Brown's wood, "Doctor" 

 spoke to a line and the rest of the pack, taking it up, 



