148 RADNOR REMINISCENCES 



Tuesday, 2nd December, 19 19 

 Whenever there's a fox in Mr. Wayne's Wood, it's a good 

 even bet the field will have a gallop. They had it to-day, 

 and plenty of it. 



Hounds met at eleven at " Waynesboro,'* and, finding 

 immediately, pushed their fox out the north side of the 

 covert, and, keeping "Nawbeek" on their right, crossed 

 the road with a beautiful cry, but came to their noses in the 

 wood for a moment, then, swinging left-handed across the 

 wheat-fields with a burning scent, raced towards the Leo- 

 pard, their line then turning up-country again to the lower 

 edge of Cathcart's Rocks, when, with a holding scent, they 

 fairly flew down through "Pick" Harrison's Seventy-Six 

 Farm into Lockwood's Hollow, turning right-handed 

 through Mr. Pepper's, and crossing the White Horse Road 

 into Mr. Yarnall's, on to Mr. Battles's, where, after a 

 moment's check in the meadow, hounds turned left again 

 through Innes's Wood and into the Delmas Farm, when the 

 fox, evidently heading for home, took us through Lock- 

 wood's Hollow and back to "Nawbeek"; but apparently 

 being turned there, ran through the farmyard and back to 

 Cathcart's Rocks, where he probably went to ground; but 

 hounds did not mark him in. 



The going in places had been heavy, but pretty good as 

 a whole; and hounds ran and horses galloped just an hour 

 with practically no checks. 



Most of us came home from there; but hounds drew on 

 up-country and later I heard had another boiling run of an 

 hour and thirty-five minutes from Sugar town, marking 

 their fox under near Rocky Hill, with the horses, that were 

 left all cooked to a finish. 



There were about twenty-five out in the morning, but 

 hounds found so quickly there was no time to count them. 



