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viewed again, took us on over Mr. John Brown's to the Old 

 Mill, on through the Happy Creek Meadows to the Patter- 

 son place, where a brace of terriers mixed things up a bit; 

 but, casting themselves, the pack picked up the line across 

 the road and ran with a wonderful cry to the old wheel- 

 wright shop, where the Darby Creek crosses the Waterloo 

 Road, where they checked on the hillside and could not 

 own the line again. 



It was an hour and a quarter of quite remarkable hound 

 work, fast enough to please the most fastidious, and under 

 conditions that more than one of the old stagers said was 

 actually marvellous. One most popular ex-Master of Rad- 

 nor said to me, as we were galloping side by side over the 

 Happy Creek pastures, "This is the greatest pack of 

 hounds in America to-day"; and I agree with him from 

 start to finish. Give the Radnor hounds half a chance and 

 they will show you sport that you cannot duplicate in 

 any other country in America. And speaking of countries 

 — where is there one in which there is less wire than at 

 Radnor? As Mr. B. would say — "There ain't none!" 



Thursday, ^oth December, 1920 

 Several days ago Samuel D. Riddle kindly invited all 

 those who lunch at the Foxhunters' Table at the Racquet 

 Club, to go out with the Rose Tree hounds this afternoon 

 and stay for supper afterward at the Rose Tree Club. 

 Every one accepted; but those who did n't come really 

 missed one of the best occasions of the kind since prohi- 

 bition went into effect. 



When I arrived at the charming old Club House, Wal- 

 ter M. Jeffords, M.F.H., was just putting out the black- 

 board showing which coverts were to be drawn, so that 

 late arrivals might pick hounds up; and promptly at one- 



