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Having been galloping two hours and thirty-five min- 

 utes, it was decided to separate the two packs and go 

 home; but home was a long way off. 



Among the West Chester field were: Dick and Mrs. 

 Murtagh; "Moan" Worth; and Wycoff Smith, of the 

 Whiteland's Hunt; and a lot of hard-riding farmers; also, 

 a very small boy in a faded Wild- West costume, who rode 

 a shaggy, short-legged pony that went like the proverbial 

 "bat out of hell"; and a most amusing man, whom I had 

 a great feeling for, because, when he came to a fence, no 

 matter how small, he would gallop full tilt up to it, throw 

 himself off, climb over with his crock of a horse following 

 him, take a flying leap into the saddle, and be on his way 

 with practically no loss of time. He was a wonder. 



Among the Radnor field were: Mr. Bodine; Mrs. 

 Carle; Ned Blabon; Miss Dougherty; Dave and Mrs. 

 Sharp; Mrs, Snowden, going superbly, as is her way; 

 Randy Snowden; Miss Barclay; Buck and Gerry and 

 Mrs. Leiper; and Ben Holland. 



Saturday, gth March, 191 8 

 Having met at Sugartown and drawn the country blank 

 up to Shellbark Hollow, we heard hounds apparently go- 

 ing away from the upper side of the swamp. 



Shellbark is a mean covert to get through, and, if they 

 were really going out the far side, it meant a long gallop 

 around to get to them, so some of us, including the Master, 

 Captain and Mrs. Devereux, Mrs. Sharp, Mr. Blodget, of 

 New York, and Miss Ellen Mary Cassatt, made a try for 

 it, and, on reaching the stony hilltop where we expected to 

 get on terms with our hounds, we heard hounds on our 

 left, which we knew could not be Radnor. Presently a 

 splendid big fox broke from a wood and came galloping 



