Hounds were cast up Fielding Mountain. Hunting on this

Hounds were cast up Fielding Mountain. Hunting on this mountain is much like traveling up and down the Empire State Building, only you use horses instead of elevators. The warm, dry and breezy day did not provide any remarkable chase, although hounds got up one fox and hunters had a brief, brisk gallop downhill. These descending sprints are among the terrors of Rappahannock hunting. On returning to the Muth’s from the mountain, Eleanor Greenaway, who we all know has hunted very well for many years and knows her way about a n<? unp^rtiw dismounted to unwire a gate at the foot of Fielding. Shtf slipped the reins over her arm and started fiddling with the wire. When she opened the gate, she wanted to lead her mare through, but there was no mare. She was firmly holding on to the thong of her whip, while her mount was gayly drifting up the mountain. Take heart, beginners; it can happen to the best of them. Never too late for Breakfast in Rappahannock, the membership gathered at Mr. and Mrs. Muth’s' at 5 p.m.—and what a breakfast, seasoned by Rudolph’s special touch. As always, opening meet at Stonehaven is one to remember all season. Quick Follow-up November First, another shining fall day, saw many of the same hunters and horses at it again. One-thirty p.m.1 hounds were taken past Millie’s Cabin on the west side': of Fielding. They ran 3 reds;; all were viewed, but by 4:30 the pack started to drive their last red hard. Three-times around the huge circuit in the bowl of pastures and orchards between the wooded sides of Fielding and Poortown Mts., you could hear and see every bit of the race. It was a hilltopper’s dream. Footnote; Beginners take heart again—it can happen to the very best of them. Mrs. A. C. Randolph, MFH of Piedmont Hounds andfrom a territory of fast galloping and high fences, picked up a garland of lovely colored fall leaves when she somersaulted off the tried and true gelding, Rocket (belonging to Buckie Fletcher)