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the wood ran into a barb- wire fence, his horse plunging and 

 kicking, and he calling out, "Stanley, help me! Stanley, 

 help me ! Get off your horse and help me ! " All of which I 

 was doing as fast as I could; but he did n't get off, and the 

 horse kept on kicking. I finally caught his horse's head, 

 when he stopped struggling, and Frank Lloyd took hold of 

 his hind leg and untangled the wire; then Mr. Bodine got 

 off. It was a nasty cut, but he, fortunately, had a second 

 horse out, which he met at a check a few minutes later. 



Just as the Master was in trouble, Mrs. Dave Sharp 

 turned over at a small but very awkward fence that had 

 a single strand of wire in it. 



Those of us who had been delayed at the start came on 

 terms with hounds again in a few minutes at a check on the 

 corner of the road to Frazer Station. Hounds racing on 

 again down-country over a beautiful line, with enough big 

 jumping to suit the most fastidious, and over the fence, 

 where Alex. Grange was killed a few years ago, then swing- 

 ing right-handed and crossing the pike below the Rush Hos- 

 pital, ran on to the covert north of the Sugar town Road, 

 through it and into the Malvern Barrens, out the lower 

 end, down the long meadow and on into the S. Boyer Davis 

 Farm, then left-handed down the brook to William Evans's 

 wood, where hounds swung south again, running out to 

 and across the road and into Fairy Hill, where most of us 

 thought the fox would go to ground. But he apparently 

 had no such idea, for he went on through the wood, out 

 the upper end and, pointing his mask up-country, gave us 

 a good gallop up as far as the wood in the hollow back of 

 the Logan Farm, where scent failed completely, and, after 

 several unsuccessful casts, hounds were taken home. 



It was an hour and thirty-five minutes of as nice a bit of 

 hunting as Radnor has had for many a day. The field was 



