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made for Rutland Rigg, passing Hope Inn and by the high 

 side of Gillamoor, where it seemed as though Kirbymoorside 

 was to be the next point. Turning left-handed, however, 

 hounds and sportsmen were taken past Southolme into the 

 low country towards York. Gilling was passed, Ampleforth 

 College left behind, and still this fox went on. Easby village 

 was just skirted, Braudsby folk all brought to their doors 

 by hounds, and again, some time later, by those who were 

 following and were somewhat out of the run. Again they 

 got a glimpse of hounds, and went on to Easingwold, where 

 Joe left his horse and followed hounds as best he could on foot. 

 Within two miles of York they went, and though Joe was 

 begged by several farmers to stay the night and put up his 

 hounds and horse, he trudged on, arriving at Gillamoor at 

 5 o'clock the next morning. 



Moorland foxes are undoubtedly tough, and do give 

 wonderful runs containing excellent points, but the proba- 

 bility is that hounds would change foxes — perhaps more 

 than once when running through some of the coverts in the 

 Sinnington or York and Ainsty country — I should say 

 probably the former, for it is quite possible that a fox from 

 near York would travel as far, in February of all months. 



Another run, of which I have not been able to procure 

 such minute details, was also with a Wass Gill fox on a splen- 

 did scenting day. He ran straight to Blawirth, which 

 is almost at the commencement of the moorland road from 

 Ingleby Greenhow to Kirbymoorside. Continuing in 

 the Cleveland direction, hounds ran down Turkey Nab into 

 the low country and were lost to view. They ran to Stokesley 

 (ten miles from Wass Gill as they went) on to Yarm, which, 

 I suppose, will be other eight, and killed in the County of 

 Durham — which, of course, is just over the river here, and 

 not for two days were they recovered. 



As was the case in Bilsdale, Joe Duck called up his hounds 

 with his old trusted horn on a hunting morning as he rode 

 his pony down the dale. Eagerly awaiting the sound as it 

 echoed back again from On (or Horn) End or from the hills, 

 the hounds would bound from the shadow of the little 



