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record, every one racing at top speed, when the chestnut 

 I was riding began to tire a bit, and, in jumping out of a 

 farmyard, put me down, fortunately on a nice bit of soft 

 turf; but by the time I was up and on again, hounds were 

 out of sight, but not out of hearing. I had a long stern 

 chase, and finally came even with hounds in the Laurels, 

 having missed about fifteen minutes of the best of it. 

 Hounds pushed their fox on out of the Laurels and on 

 over the hilltop where scent began to fail, and finally van- 

 ished entirely at the Burnt Chimney, thirty-five minutes 

 from the find. 



Harry Brown's horse was entirely gone, so Mr. Kerr 

 changed with him. Mine was cooked a good while before, 

 but still able to plod along; in fact, every one had a plenty, 

 so hounds were taken home. 



Sunday, 25th November, IQ17 

 To lose old friends is always sad; whether they be hu- 

 man friends, dog friends, or horse friends; and sometimes 

 the loss of one's four-footed friends is much harder to 

 bear than the loss of one's "fair-weather" human friends. 

 The four-footed fellows are, thank God, seldom of the 

 "fair-weather" variety. 



All the hunting community were grieved this after- 

 noon to learn that Isaac H. Clothier, Jr., had lost five of 

 his best hunters when his stable at Radnor burned. 

 "Miss Canada," "Ichabod," "Ingomar," "Colonel Liv- 

 ingston," and "Virginia Boy," were burned in their stalls. 

 One of his old favorites, "Judge," was fortunately saved. 



Thursday, 2gth November, 19 17 — " Thanksgiving Day" 

 It was a very different sort of Thanksgiving Day at 

 Radnor this year from those of the past. We had no 



