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was a light wiry man, weighing only about nine stones. 

 For about ten years he hunted the pack, having for four 

 years as whip to him, William Clark (better known as 

 " Wicket " Clark), who is still in the flesh, and keeps a posting 

 establishment at Kirbymoorside. 



Mr. Marcus Kendall wrote to me regarding " Wicket " 

 Clark, when the reference to him appeared in newspaper 

 form, and refuted the statement that he was ever whip. 

 Mr. Walter Pearson, my original informant, replied : — 



Your informant regarding ' Wicket ' Clark is not accurate when 

 he says the old sportsman was not whip for Jack Parker. I have seen 

 Clark, and he tells me he was whip for four years, and still has his < ap 

 and scarlet coat, which he often lent to jockeys at Kirbymoorside Hunt 

 Races. The story (given later) of Jack Parker being told to take the 

 horn and blow it is absolutely correct, as Clark was there and heard Mr. 

 Kendall's remark to the huntsman, who had his arm in a sling. Lockey 

 Clark was not Jack Clark's son, but Jack Clark married Lockey's mother 

 long after Lockey was born. Jack Parker, Clark tells me, used to 

 hunt badgers with five or six couples of hounds, and often had th© 

 same hounds out the next day to chase the fox after hunting all night. 



Mr. T. Coverdale, Junr., Kirbymoorside, writes : — 

 With reference to " Wicket " Clark, I beg to give you the 

 following particulars : — Clark was whip to " John Clark " from 

 the season after the " bullroast," in honour of the coming of 

 age of the present Earl of Feversham, in 1849. and continued 

 until he was married in 1855 ; at the same time he had a 

 barber's shop on premises where Mr. J. Petch's office now stands. 

 Previous to '49, he worked occasionally at the kennels, and at the 

 Tontine Inn, kept then, I believe, by Bethell Thompson. In proof 

 of his being whip, the old man still possesses part of his livery, which 

 was found for him by Mr. T. Isherwood. When he first started, Mr. 

 Kendall was master, and paid him 12s. per week wages. The last year 

 he was whip there were no wages forthcoming, and Clark gave up, 

 aptly remarking that " you can't keep a wife on nowt." While Clark 

 was following his occupation as the whip-cum-barber, his shop was 

 only open on Wednesdays and Saturdays. 



Clark and a certain client of his held political opinions diametrically 

 opposed, and after one very heated argument, Clark remarked, " All 

 sike like s'u'd 'a'e tha thropples cut." A few days later, this same 

 political antagonist came in to be shaved as usual, but instead of placing 

 a towel under his chin, Clark tied him to the chair, duly lathered him, 

 and taking the razor out of the boiling water, drew the back of it over 

 Priestley's throat. Believing himself to be wounded, Priestley jumped 



