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the same horses. The Master on a bay; Miss Ellen Mary 

 Cassatt, looking more boyish than ever, on "Tango"; 

 Gardner Cassatt on "Greymaster"; Will Leverton hunt- 

 ing hounds again and riding Horace Hare's "Plainsman"; 

 and so on. 



The sixteen and a half couples of dogs and bitches found 

 immediately and opened up with a roar that must have 

 awakened Harry Harrison or at least made him dream of 

 hunting, for they raced around his big cornfield a couple of 

 times before straightening the cub away. Then, crossing 

 the meadow, they took us towards the far hill, where the 

 cub was no doubt turned by Mr. Wain and Ned Dougherty 

 who were standing watching the hunt. Hounds swung 

 around back to Harrison's, then out left-handed and across 

 Hector McNeal's to the Leopard Road, where they dwelt 

 a moment. Casting themselves, they came back at a good 

 clip to the old mill and on into Yarnall's Hollow, when 

 they were taken in owing to the heat. 



Saturday, i8th October, 19 19 

 Old Square quite regained its pre-war prestige this morn- 

 ing, and it was certainly like the good old days to see forty- 

 eight people turn out at seven-thirty in the morning for 

 cubbing. They were well repaid for their early rising by a 

 stout cub from Brooks's Wood that gave a fast fifty min- 

 utes* gallop before going under in his home earth. 



There were several strangers out, including F. Ambrose 

 Clarke; Frank Voss, who is on here painting a portrait of 

 Henry Collins's "Jingo"; Miss Emily P. Welsh, of White 

 Marsh, riding Roddy Wanamaker's brown mare; and Miss 

 Gertrude Conway. 



Most of us met again in the afternoon at the Hunting- 

 don Valley Races, where the sport was only fair. Welsh 



