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air, when hounds met at the inn at nine o'clock. The 

 ladies arrived on time, so we were off quite promptly. 

 Mr. Kerr motored up from Trainer to hunt with us, and 

 Penn Smith came on the train to West Chester, trolleying 

 to Unionville from there. C. C. Newlin and Mr. Cham- 

 bers were also out. 



The first draw was Webb's Wood, which was blank, 

 hounds working back through the Chesterland Farm, the 

 Logan Farm, and on to Cox's Wood, when we saw Penn 

 Smith on a hilltop waving his arms. Hounds picked up 

 the line at once in the wood, and carrying it out across the 

 meadow and over the road where Penn was, and, on 

 galloping up to him, he said two foxes had gone away. 

 Hounds settled to the line of one of them beautifully, and 

 here we had a nice bit of jumping in and out of the road, 

 Penn enjoying it immensely! Scent was a bit catchy for 

 a few minutes, but hounds ran fast enough to keep us 

 galloping right along over the grass. It was all grass, and 

 over a beautiful line of country for fifty minutes, when 

 hounds marked their fox to ground along the railroad cut 

 in the Glen Hall Barrens, much to every one's satisfac- 

 tion. Our horses had gone splendidly, every one was well 

 up alongside of hounds all the time, so everybody was in 

 the best of spirits. 



Mrs. Devereux was riding her grey "Happy Boots"; 

 Plunket on "High Brow"; Mrs. Valentine on "Quah"; 

 and I, a green chestnut mare whose name I cannot remem- 

 ber, that Mr. Kerr lent me, but who carried me very well 

 through this run. 



Hounds soon found a second very stout fox in Pass- 

 more's wood that went away like the proverbial "bat out 

 of hell," with the pack, as Plunket afterwards said, 

 "Roaring like bulls." It was about the fastest thing on 



