A FOXHUNTING JOURNAL 171 



It was the first time this season that there had been 

 what one might call a representative Radnor field out, 

 including W. Plunket Stewart, M.F.H. Cheshire, giving 

 my "Locust Grove" a beautiful ride; Benjamin Chew on 

 "Oviate"; Mrs. Sharp on the Master of Hawthorne's pet, 

 " Michael' ' ; John Converse on a green one, " Randy" Snow- 

 den; Gardner Cassatt on "Greymaster"; Frank Lloyd on 

 "Sherry"; Miss Heckscher; Bob Strawbridge; Miss Straw- 

 bridge, whose horse, unfortunately, went down in a blind 

 ditch and put her out of it at the start; Brose Clark on a 

 black thoroughbred; William Carter; Miss Eugenia Cassatt 

 on her " Lord Salisbury " ; William M. Kerr, riding a lovely 

 brown green one, and his solemn nephew going like a vet- 

 eran; Thornton Baker; and Miss Alex. Dolan. 



A few of us had breakfast at the kennels, hurrying on 

 home for an early luncheon before the White Marsh Races 

 in the afternoon, which barring the long delays between 

 events, was quite top-hole; then a good many of us met 

 again at dinner after the races at Dick Cadwalader's at 

 Camp Hill, making altogether a first-class sporting day. 



Thursday, 21st October, 1920 

 With a thick blanket of fog obscuring the whole country- 

 side, hounds were held at the meet at Miss Heckscher's 

 this morning for a few minutes beyond the scheduled six 

 o'clock. 



The air and everything else was saturated with moisture, 

 scent held like a charm, and hounds fairly ran their legs 

 off; but, go as fast as they could, they could n't catch the 

 Brooks's Wood fox, even if he did stay above ground forty- 

 five minutes, which is ten minutes longer than he ever did 

 before. 



To-day, hounds ran him from Brooks's to Innes's and 



