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thirty he moved off, taking out a mixed pack of thirty- 

 seven and one-half couples, including some of "Mr. Rid- 

 dle's hounds," which were given to the Rose Tree a couple 

 of seasons ago, and among whom were old "Jerry," a won- 

 derful type of black-and-tan hound, but who is beginning 

 to show his age, being now very grey around the muzzle; 

 then there was "Stump," a dock-tailed, black hound that 

 came from Virginia, with a great reputation which he still 

 maintains. 



A fox was viewed away from the lower side of the Lee- 

 dom's Mill Wood, and Abner Garrett, huntsman, galloped 

 his pack to the view, when they went away with a volume 

 of music that I have seldom heard equalled, and kept up 

 continuously for an hour and forty-five minutes. Scent 

 was just holding enough to keep hounds on their noses all 

 the time and make galloping alongside of them quite pos- 

 sible. Crossing the Eagle Road, north of the Lamb Tavern, 

 they sank the valley into the farm Bill Clothier once 

 had, and, crossing the Darby Creek, ran practically to the 

 Sixty-Ninth Street trolley station, where, turning back, 

 they came with the same beautiful cry through the Bon 

 Air Farms to the creek again, over it, to Moore's Wood, 

 and to the Lawrence Mills, where hounds swung sharply 

 left-handed at the Lawrence Road, and, taking us to 

 George Mullins's, turned left again through his wood back 

 to where we found, and on around a slightly smaller circle, 

 hounds finally marking their fox to earth in his home covert. 



The pleasures of the day being over, we hacked back to 

 the kennels and proceeded to enjoy those of the evening, 

 which started immediately on our arrival and continued 

 through a most delicious dinner and well into the night, 

 being accompanied by an unusual amount of singing by 

 our host; one song in particular, although of only one verse. 



