when faint hound voices told us the pack had

when faint hound voices told us the pack had followed their fox or their goblin right back to Muths’. Twenty of us thundered in the tracks of our Joint-Masters, Jim Bill Fletcher and Jack DeBergh, along gravel road No. 621 that leads from Buckners Corner in the F. T. Valley to the Muths’. We sped back to the starting point, the stirrup cup table. After a short baffled pause...we found not a sign of a hound, not even a spoor, and the table had been entirely cleared of its wassail...we shed rain coats and vests, for the mist was thinning, our horses were frothy, and our blood was running warm. Again we attacked Fielding, this time on Ascent Route No. 2 on the South Face. We hoped to find hounds on top, but they had been spirited away before our arrival.

By then the fog had raised. A golden glow seemed to radiate from the hickory and poplar leaves covering the woods’ floor. The burgundy dogwoods, studded with their Chinese red berries became luminous in this lambent light. On the enchanted mountain we held our horses, alert and listening for the faintest hounc voice. There was NONE.

At that moment i goblin-there’s no doubt aboui it-in the shape of a red fo> sauntered past within less than 21 feet. We saw him thumb his pav ; and snidely whisper, “How abou . that for a Halloween trick?”

We all padded back, houndless : to the Muths’. As the last hunter , loaded their mounts onto thei i vans, an unholy racket was heard • ’twas the whole pack in full cry > pouring down Field Mountain I running their fox toward Muths > garden. \ ********** t Out hunting Open Day wen t Joint Masters, Jim Bill Fletche r and Jack DeBergh, Hon > Whipper-In Michael Marsh i Amateur Whipper-In Chari! ; Brown. In the Field were Fannini I Baumgardner and his daughtei s Ann, Mrs. George Bendlage 3 Oliver Brown on Mrs. Alai Kinsley’s good grey mare, Butcl Eastham, David and Dutch!