A FOXHUNTING JOURNAL 139 



Wednesday, 5th November, 1919 

 While taking a ride this morning, I met hounds coming 

 through the covered bridge at the Foxcroft Quarries, so 

 went along with them, and my greyhounds, "Ringwood" 

 and " Vimy Ridge," who were with me, seeing me go with 

 the foxhounds, very sensibly went on home in the opposite 

 direction. 



Being a bye-day, the only ones out were Mr. Bodine, 

 Bob Strawbridge, Bob, Jr., and Miss Rose Dolan. 



Drawing down-country, we found by the railroad 

 bridge, over the Marple Road, the fox going away and 

 pointing up-country across the Brookthorpe Farm, then 

 left-handed through the wood and out to the Darby Road, 

 where hounds ran left-handed again into the wood, on up 

 the hill at a very fast pace with beautiful cry, when we 

 heard three shots right in front of hounds. On galloping 

 over the brow of the hill we came upon two men with guns, 

 one of whom said, in very broken English," Dot vas a fine 

 fox." Fortunately their three shots had missed, and, after 

 a good cursing-out, we left them, being more satisfied than 

 ever that a German is not a sportsman and never will be. 



Their shooting checked hounds a moment, but a for- 

 ward cast by Will Leverton put them right again, when 

 they made another big circle of the farm and finally lost 

 their fox down by the meadow on the I than Creek. 



Saturday, 15th November, 1919 

 It would be hard to imagine a more perfectly ideal day for 

 hunting than it was this morning, and with the meet at 

 Goshen School, which is our farthest up-country fixture, 

 every one was quite surprised as well as disappointed when 

 hounds moved off, to find they were to draw down-country, 

 instead of the Shellbark Hollow and Hershey Mill coverts; 



