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with a tremendous roar from the little lake on Mr. Earle's 

 driveway, and, pushing up over the hill, circled back left- 

 handed to the Goshen Road, where they were at fault. 



In galloping out Mr. Earle's drive, I met our fox coming 

 down the road at the driveway entrance. We both stopped, 

 looked at each other a moment, but neither of us spoke, 

 and Mr. Fox then popped into the shrubbery on the side of 

 the road. 



Will Leverton brought hounds immediately to my hol- 

 loa, and, owning it at once, we had a delightful hunting run 

 on over the hill to Yarnall's Hollow, crossed the Wyola 

 Road into Mr. John Brown's, then up the road to the cor- 

 ner, into Happy Creek, on up the big meadows, and left- 

 handed to the Railroad Farm, where, turning, hounds 

 fairly flew back down-country and marked their fox to 

 ground in Yarnall's Hollow, after a most enjoyable hour 

 and twenty minutes. 



Thanksgiving Day, 1920 

 Practically the whole countryside turned out to-day, de- 

 spite the raw wind, for the annual events at Radnor; and, 

 aside from the racing, the great event of the day was 

 the jumping match between Sam Riddle's " Bally Heather" 

 and Isaac Clothier's "King Daly" for I500 a side. It was 

 really most impressive, and there was absolute silence when 

 Isaac Clothier started around the course. Barring a re- 

 fusal crossing the lane, he made a beautiful performance, 

 but when Cull, riding "Bally Heather," started out, it was 

 quite noticeable at once that their performance was going 

 to be well worth seeing and remembering. Never have I 

 seen so finished an exhibition; and when Cull pulled up at 

 the end of his journey, there was no doubt in any one's 

 mind what the result would be. Roy Jackson, the Judge, 



