192 RADNOR REMINISCENCES 



Barclay, John, very solemnly and with much dignity, 

 slowly led his shivering field into the wood. The old ride 

 through the covert was pretty well grown up, but, after 

 pushing their way along for a couple of hundred yards, 

 they came to the edge of an old quarry, and, on looking 

 down into the quarry hole, discovered Dave and the two 

 Harry's sitting on a log, peacefully smoking before a roar- 

 ing fire, surrounded by the hounds and with their horses 

 eating grass near by. 



Modesty forbids me to tell you what John said; but the 

 air was no longer cold and the freezing field froze no more. 



The Master of Hawthorne was not hunting hounds to- 

 day, but we all nearly froze just the same, until, on reach- 

 ing the upper side of Yarnall's Hollow, when hounds 

 opened up on the Une of a stout fox in the good old- 

 fashioned way. 



After sinking the valley and skirting the lake, hounds 

 raced over the hill to Mr. Earle's lawn, and, on reaching the 

 hilltop at the Howard House, swung left-handed over the 

 Darby Creek, and, crossing the Creek Road into Gough- 

 acres, went on into the Radnor Valley Farm, giving the 

 field a lovely gallop halfway around the steeplechase 

 course to the I than Creek, over it to the road, where Miss 

 Ellen Mary Cassatt made a most spectacular jump, on her 

 "Seven-to-One," over the high, whitewashed, plank fence. 

 Hounds checked a moment at Mr. McFadden's corner, 

 then doubled back, and, recrossing the Radnor Valley 

 Farm, ran with a breast-high scent through Ardrosson to 

 the Creek Road again, where our first whip, Frank Smith, 

 came a very nasty cropper in jumping into the road. Ben 

 Chew and I stopped with Frank a fewminutes, while hounds 

 raced on to Yarnall's Hollow once more. We caught them 

 on top of the hill, when Reynard turned up-wind, and, being 



