A FOXHUNTING JOURNAL i8i 



ing down-country from Bromall, hounds opened with a 

 tremendous roar in the lower side of Snakehouse, raced 

 through the wood, crossed the Line Road and met the 

 Rose Tree pack head on; then the two packs joined forces, 

 and, after recrossing the road into the wood, finally gave 

 it up on the upper side in a wheat-field. Personally, I 

 think our hounds were running heel on Rose Tree's 

 hunted fox, and, when the two packs met, Radnor hounds 

 realized their mistake and came back with the Rose Tree. 

 They had out thirty couples, while we had seventeen, so 

 the music of the combination was well worth hearing. 



From here, after many "how-de-do's," etc., hounds 

 were taken to the lower Broadlawn Farm, where they im- 

 mediately found, and, making a big left-handed circle, the 

 field had a nice view of their fox crossing some wheat; 

 then, sinking the valley right-handed, another fox evi- 

 dently went away, the pack dividing with most of the 

 field following the lot that went up-country. Two men 

 shooting rabbits viewed our fox crossing the creek at the 

 covered bridge in Trimble's Hollow, and hounds, being at 

 fault a moment, quickly cast themselves, and swimming 

 the creek, gave a good gallop along the stream to the Dun- 

 woody Home, then left-handed over the creek again, when 

 Mrs. Charlie Munn came to grief, followed a moment 

 later by CharHe, on "Peter Grey," who turned upside 

 down in the rocky meadow^ 



In the next field we viewed our fox fairly flying down 

 the hillside, and, crossing the meadow, went to earth 

 on the edge of Castle Rock. Reynard must have met a 

 friend in his house, or else he was waving a farewell salute 

 to us, for he left his brush sticking up out of the earth, 

 waving it from side to side, and only pulled it in when 

 hounds were practically at the earth. 



