1 62 RADNOR REMINISCENCES 



After finding several coverts blank, a fox was viewed out 

 of Merrick's Swamp, not fifty yards in front of hounds, 

 and, pointing his mask towards Lockwood's Hollow, took 

 us through some of the deepest going I've ever had the 

 misfortune to see; but, turning right-handed in Mr. Pep- 

 per's, hounds ran parallel to the White Horse Road, which 

 gave us a chance to come on terms with them again at Cath- 

 cart's Rocks; then fairly flying over the White Horse Farm 

 to Fairy Hill. 



The country was so deep that horses could not stay 

 with hounds, and they ran clear away from us all. Had it 

 not been for the assistance of kindly farmers, I doubt if we 

 would have found them again all day. A man ploughing at 

 Rocky Hill waved us on towards Milltown, and, just be- 

 fore reaching there, another man in a cart said hounds 

 were right back of their fox and heading for the Westtown 

 School, so crossing the pike below Milltown, and bearing 

 westerly, we were much relieved to see hounds going over 

 the hill just beyond the Tanguey Store, and, on coming up 

 to them soon after at a check on the Peter's Farm at West- 

 town Station, found that they were six couples short; but, 

 while Will Leverton was casting, we heard hounds on ahead 

 of us and saw them going up a hillside about a mile beyond 

 the station. No attempt was made to get to them, and the 

 remainder of the pack that we were with were taken home 

 on the pretext that the hounds in front were not part of our 

 pack. Maybe they were, and maybe they were not, but we 

 foolishly waited around arguing the question, until the 

 forward hounds were out of sight and hearing, and too far 

 away to make a try for them on horses that had been gal- 

 loping through mud for sixty-five minutes at top speed, so 

 we all started for home. 



It was an eight-and-a-half-mile point, and we un- 



