120 RADNOR REMINISCENCES 



Saturday, 2nd March, 1918 

 It may not be one of the rules of the game to deliberately 

 put one's hounds on the line of a fox that another pack is 

 running, but, at any rate, it gave Radnor a long run to-day, 

 and apparently caused no ill-feeling with the other fellow- 

 me-lad. 



After meeting at White Horse at ten- thirty, and finding 

 several coverts blank, we heard and saw a pack of hounds 

 in full cry just crossing the State Road by the Rush Hos- 

 pital. The Radnor pack was lifted, and, galloping to 

 Hog Lane, met the West Chester hounds as they entered 

 the swamp, so, joining forces, the two packs ran at a 

 good pace for Malvern; but, keeping the village on their 

 right, fairly flew up-country, and, fortunately for us, 

 quite near and parallel to a friendly road, as the country 

 was much too soft for horses to gallop in for any length of 

 time. After ten minutes hounds checked in a very pretty 

 farmyard, but Will Leverton had them going again before 

 any one had time to get the mud out of his eyes; and, 

 pushing through the Hershey Mill Wood, turned left- 

 handed over the Sullivan Farm to Shellbark Hollow, 

 where hounds dwelt a moment, much to our horses' re- 

 lief. But on working it out of the Hollow, they raced away 

 down-country to the Keen Farm, and, keeping the farm 

 buildings on their right, took us back to Hershey's Mill; 

 then, crossing the millpond on the ice, hounds went over 

 the King Road, into the Brown Farm; then, bearing 

 southward through the woodlands, ran to the middle of 

 Hoopes Brothers and Thomas's Nurseries, where, as 

 always happens, hounds were put to their noses and 

 finally came to a complete check. William Brice, the West 

 Chester huntsman, found the fox's track in the mud, and, 

 capping hounds on, they carried it slowly to the lower side 

 of the nursery where scent failed completely. 



