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out>t.ie now cold line. It was the prettiest picture of the day to watch the hounds seek out the tiniest scent of Reynard and cry accordingly and have the other hounds rush to that point to take up the line from there. The hounds worked down along the river and across the field to Red Oak mountain.
The few of us remaining rode to the nearest hill top and watched and listened as we did not care to ride to the top of Red Oak—a test of the mettle of both a fresh horse and rider.
The hounds soon increased their speed as the scent got better and we could See »and hear them running and climbifig over the rocky ledges of Red Oak. After several circuits around 'the mountain, the changed and triumph cry of "the pack indicated that the third fox of the day had been marked to earth high in the rocky cliffs of Red Oak. The sun was rapidly dipping toward the horizon, so we turned , back toward home with a'well^satisfied feeling of a good day’s hunt.
As a side story, I have to relate that Colonel Richards' and Miss Doll Smith of Front Royal, unbeknownst to the field, had slipped off and followed the hounds to the top of Red Oak— certainly a tough ride, as we all know. They rode off after dark, and as all the trucks were gone, had to hack in to Washington.
Actually, this was just a jaunt for the Colonel, for, after all, he did ride to Texas and back, but I am sure Miss Smith did not need rocking to sleep.—Jack DeBergh, Hon. Sec’y.
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