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give us a bit of music, even if we could n't stay with them; 

 but, after drawing Mrs. Clyde's and Bob Montgomery's 

 coverts blank, and finding the going about as bad as 

 possible, a fox went away from Yarnall's Hollow; and, 

 bad as the going was, it was a relief to get out again and 

 to have a run down-country after a season of hunting 

 over practically the same section of country since early in 

 October. 



Good as our early season was, it was a bit monotonous at 

 times, as practically every run has been in the same imme- 

 diate neighborhood. 



Scent was quite good at first, and, after racing down the 

 hillside and crossing the breast of the dam, hounds pushed 

 on through Mr. Earle's wood with a beautiful cry, and, 

 crossing the Goshen Road into the Hospital Farm, were 

 brought to their noses; then, working it at a fair pace to 

 the Radnor Barrens, they ran on to a slight check at Saw 

 Mill Hill, when, after crossing the Radnor and Chester 

 Road, they raced on to Bromall, and, keeping Dan Con- 

 ner's farmhouse on their left, turned back over the Chester 

 Road and took us quite fast into the Barrens, over Bryn 

 Mawr Avenue and the Hospital Farm to Old Square, 

 where they gave it up. 



Our horses were about ready to give It up, too, as they had 

 been galloping through the snow up to their knees for an 

 hour and fifteen minutes. 



There were only eight out, including the Master; Mrs. 

 Valentine on "Lone Ben"; Harry Barclay on "Jerry Ro- 

 han"; Miss Ellen Mary Cassatt on Miss Eugenia Cassatt's 

 new chestnut; George Brooke III, and Thornton Baker, 

 and Oswald Chew. 



When we pulled up at Old Square, we could hear an- 

 other pack of hounds in full cry, farther on up-country, 



