A FOXHUNTING JOURNAL 183 



The covert below Chesterland was blank, as was the 

 quarry across the road; but, just as hounds were entering 

 the wood directly back of the kennel, John Converse said, 

 "I guess I '11 go to the corner of the wood and view this 

 fox away." The words were hardly spoken than a splendid 

 big fox broke covert and went sailing across the valley. 

 Hounds owned the line at once, and, settling, took us over 

 a beautiful line of country at good pace for about eight 

 minutes, when scent became very catchy, and hounds were 

 put to their noses for the rest of the morning, finally ending 

 up in the Laurels, where it is next_to impossible to get a 

 fox straightened out. 



Scent improved wonderfully after lunch, and, getting 

 our second horses at Brooklawn at two-thirty, found at 

 once in Matson's Wood, hounds giving us a really splendid 

 twenty minutes, pushing their fox to earth, in a briar patch 

 on a hillside. 



On Thursday, the 19th, we hunted with the Brandy- 

 wine, meeting at the Lenape School House at nine-thirty, 

 Thompson bringing out a beautiful pack of twenty-one 

 and a half couples, with the Misses Mather in command. 



The first draw was Huey's Wood, where hounds spoke 

 at once, and, viewing our fox away, ran south crossing the 

 Unionville Road through Denton's Hollow and on to Tay- 

 lor's Thicket, where scent became very catchy, hounds 

 owning it here and there, but working it splendidly, carried 

 it on for some time, finally giving it up. Just then Jack 

 Potter viewed another fox on Huey's Farm, and Thomp- 

 son, galloping his hounds to the view, put them on, but 

 this turned out to be a circling chap, and, after making 

 three rings around the wood, hounds were whipped off and 

 we started up-country. But we were no sooner on our way 

 than hounds spoke to a line in the Marlborough Bottoms, 



