56 England's oldest hunt. 



in a pond near Northallerton town-end, the Master, it is said, jumping 

 the turnpike gate in his excitement. 



Frank Simpson who, the author just quoted tells us, 

 was a keen follower of hounds on foot, and often seen with 

 the Sinning ton, remembers one good day in Hunter Garbutt's 

 time — 



" It seems," says Mr. Dixon, " that Sir Bellingham Graham took 

 some interest in the doings of the Bilsdale, and occasionally gave them 

 a few hounds. Simpson speaks highly of two of them, Ranger and 

 Triumph, and the former is closely associated in his mind with one of 

 the best runs he ever saw. The Bilsdale met at Ashberry, and it was a 

 happy destiny to have to take Ranger to the meet. He was mounted 

 on this occasion, luckily for him, or he would have seen little of the run 

 he describes with so much enthusiasm. He joined the pack in the 

 bridle road to Cold Kirby, and they had not proceeded very far before 

 they met a butcher, named Tyreman, who was proceeding to market, 

 accompanied by his dog, and, as is the manner of curs, the latter began 

 to take liberties, and was ' saucy ' with the hounds. As a matter of 

 course they resented it, and the cm* taking to his heels, they followed 

 in hot pursuit. The cur luckily saved himself, for they got on the line 

 of a fox, and ran him hard to Hambleton. Here he was headed, and 

 after a good run went to ground in the Far Moor, at Duncombe Park. 

 It was a rough place he got into, some old mine workings, but, nothing 

 daunted, they commenced digging. They got him out and turned him 

 down at Oswaldkirk Bank Top, and killed him at Seamer Wood. The 

 late Lord Feversham and Dean Duncombe were present at the digging 

 out, and were highly entertained with the enthusiasm displayed by 

 the Bilsdale men." 



All the stories which are told of Garbutt evince a wonder- 

 ful enthusiasm, and a knowledge of the moors and their 

 " man-traps" (bogs), which is really essential ere a man can 

 satisfactorily hunt a pack in these wild regions. It is 

 supposed that the run told in the following old song occurred 



in his day : — 



The Bilsdale Hounds. 

 You hearty sons of chase give ear 



And listen to my song, 

 'Tis of a hunt with Bilsdale Hounds 

 That lately has been run. 

 Chorus. 

 And a hunting we will go, will go, 

 And a hunting we will go, brave boys, 

 And a hunting we will go. 



