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hounds ran down to the lower end of the wood, then out 

 right-handed and, keeping Evans's Wood on their right, 

 raced across the meadows to the White Horse Farm and on 

 to Cathcart's Rocks, then, turning sharply left-handed, 

 ran back over the hill into the Davis Farm and finally to 

 Evans's meadow, where we met Will Leverton looking for 

 hounds, and his horse, with a touch of colic, or something, 

 as he wanted to lie down every time Will would stop. Will 

 told us every one had gone home, so hounds were whipped 

 oflF and we called it a day, having had an hour and thirty- 

 two minutes, all of it pretty fast and the going atrocious. 



There were over forty in the field, including: Mr. Bo- 

 dine; Mr. Beale; Bill and Mrs. Rolin; Dick and Wal- 

 ter Stokes; Miss Eugenia Cassatt; John Converse and 

 *' Randy" Snowden; Ben Holland; Hector McNeal and his 

 daughter; Oswald Chew, on a new horse he had just bought 

 from Dave Sharp; Dave Sharp; Frank Lloyd; Henry Col- 

 lins; Gardner Cassatt; Gerry Leiper; "Buck" and Ned 

 Dougherty. 



"Gladeye," one of our best bitches, and who, with her 

 litter sister "Gladys," won the class for best couple of 

 bitches in the last Bryn Mawr Hound Show, met with 

 an accident to-day, and somehow cut the cushion entirely 

 out of a hind foot. "Gladeye" and "Gladys" also won 

 the hound class at Mrs. Clothier's Pony and Dog Show a 

 couple of years ago. 



Tuesday, 13/A January, 1920 

 "A SOUTHERLY Wind and a cloudy sky, proclaim it a hunt- 

 ing morning." So says the old song. A southerly wind may 

 be all right in England, but it's not supposed to be a good 

 sign in this part of the world. The cloudy sky is all right, 

 though. 



