A FOXHUNTING JOURNAL 187 



Following the racing, Colonel and Mrs. McFadden gave 

 a most delightful luncheon at their Radnor Valley Farm, 

 and at three o'clock the hounds met at the kennels. But 

 the weather-man went back on us by this time; neverthe- 

 less, about twenty of the braver ones ventured out in the 

 rain, and the Yarnall's Hollow fox had enough sporting 

 blood to defy the weather-man, giving hounds a good fast 

 run up-country to the Railroad Farm. 



Some of the questions asked during the day were: 



If a certain M.F.H. has named the vixen that his 

 hounds find in Brooks's Wood, "Lucy Glitters," what is 

 the name of the dog fox in Innes's Wood.^ 



If one of Stanley Reeve's greyhounds can run faster than 

 one of Plunket Stewart's foxhounds, how fast a dog is 

 "Wolferton".? Ask Devy. 



Whose aesthetic sense of color selected vivid purple 

 badges for the Patrol Judges to wear on their scarlet coats 

 during the races? 



Why do they call a certain very fascinating, foxhunting 

 lady "Lucy Glitters"? 



Saturday, 2'jt'h November, 1920 

 As one sits before the fire and thinks over the pictures that 

 come before one's mind of the day's happenings in the 

 hunting-field, it's strange how deep an impression on one's 

 mind is made by a fitting setting for a hunting-scene. 



The meet at Kelso this morning made a particularly 

 pleasing picture, especially if one was out by the iron fence 

 and sort of looking down on the scene. The "Chateau," as 

 Miss Gertrude deCoppet used to call it, was looking its 

 best as the background for the Radnor M.F.H. and his 

 well-turned-out staff and field of over seventy, about a 

 dozen of whom were in scarlet. A scarlet coat may not 



