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along towards us across the valley. He ran under several 

 post and rail fences, but, on coming to a big worm fence, 

 stood well off and took it in his stride like a greyhound, and 

 in most beautiful style. 



The other pack turned out to be the Chester Valley, 

 William C. Wilson, M.F.H., and, carrying the line on into 

 Shellbark Hollow, ran to Hershey's Mill, where Mrs. 

 Sharp viewed the fox going back up country. Radnor 

 hounds had by now harked to the Chester Valley; but, as 

 it commenced to rain and sleet and blow, hounds were first 

 brought to their noses and then to a full stop, and, when 

 the combined arts of the two huntsmen failed to produce 

 results, we started a long, long hack home. 



But misery loves company, and company makes a long 

 ride seem short. 



"THE BOOT HUNT AND A LEMON PIE" 



Monday, i8th March, 1918 

 At the invitation of Mr. R. J. Barry, of West Chester, 

 I journeyed to the Boot, this beautiful spring morning, 

 taking Mrs. Eddie Carle with me; our horses having gone 

 on much earlier, as it's a long hack from here, seventeen 

 miles at least, and really too far to send a horse for a day's 

 hunting. 



We met our horses at Goshen School, jogged on to the 

 Boot, reaching there just at ten o'clock, and, instead of 

 finding hounds about ready to start, found the break- 

 fast just commencing, the hospitable host, "Barry of the 

 Boot," insisting upon our going into the house and eating. 

 We did n't feel much like eating, but had to make a try at 

 it. So, on going through the kitchen, saw a table piled up 

 with pies of all kinds, and one kind in particular that es- 



