A FOXHUNTING JOURNAL i6i 



as all the horses were completely done, hounds were 

 brought home. We thought the going bad on Thursday 

 and Saturday of last week, but it was much more holding 

 to-day, horses laboring at every stride, which to me takes a 

 great deal of the pleasure out of a gallop. However, only one 

 horse was broken down, but most all were cooked. Be- 

 sides the Master, on one of his bays, there were Ben Chew 

 on " Oviat " ; Miss Cassatt on " Hopewell " ; Bob Montgom- 

 ery; Walter Stokes; Gardner Cassatt on "Greymaster"; 

 Harry Barclay on his brown horse; John Converse on " Win- 

 gate"; Nelson Buckley; Miss Eugenia Cassatt on "Lord 

 Culpepper"; Arthur Meigs; Frank and Malcolm Lloyd; 

 and Bunny Sharp, who appeared on a pony as we went 

 through Hawthorne. 



Saturday, 2'jth March, 1920 

 It 's all over now for the present, or until next August or 

 September, and to-day's run, the last of the season, was 

 not the least of the season by a long shot, even if the end of 

 it was most unsatisfactory. 



No more — at least not for many moons — shall we ride 

 home muddy, but glorious, fifteen or twenty miles in the 

 drenching rain. No more shall we get off and lead awhile, 

 say a couple of miles, because your faithful gee has cast a 

 near front shoe, and the motor you telephoned for fails to 

 put in its appearance at about the exact spot you figured it 

 out in your mind you would meet it. 



But the fox we galloped through the mud after to-day 

 was very evidently a visiting lad, making a call probably to 

 look over the results of former visits, when his thoughts 

 had been more of love than Mr. Farmer's hen-roost; and 

 for the future of hunting, let 's hope he found the family 

 large and thriving, as I 'm told it is in this particular wood. 



