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up and ran out of the shop, with the chair still tied to him, shouting 

 the while, " Oh, Mary " (his wife's name), " Ah alius sed he wad deea 

 fer ma some tahm." James Clark followed " Wicket " Clark as whip 

 to the Sinnington. They were brothers. 



During the period Clark carried the horn, Jack Parker 

 was often out riding " young uns," and being an observant 

 chap, was often able to assist in whipping-in and by viewing 

 a fox away. He was destined to play an important part 

 in the history of the hunt. Whilst hunting one day, in the 

 season of 1851-2, Clark broke his arm near the small hunt 

 gate at the bottom of Skiplam Wood, and was, of course, 

 laid up for some time. So Mr. Kendall, who had had his 

 eye on " Jack Pairker," as he was known locally, for some 

 time, got him to carry the horn, which he did for thirty-eight 

 years. This opened a new chapter in the history of the hunt 

 — a long one, full of sport and rich in anecdote. In 1853, 

 Mr. Isherwood took the hounds and retained the services of 

 Jack. 



At this time the country was very differently constituted, 

 there being no made gorse covers, and no hand-reared foxes, 

 which so easily swell up the total killed during a season. 

 Mr. William Kendall's best season was that in which he 

 killed 25 brace of foxes. At this period of the hunt's history, 

 and under the conditions then obtaining, this was more than 

 good. Some odd notes have reached me from the present 

 head of the Kendall family of some runs during the master- 

 ship of his sporting forbears. One was with a white fox, 

 which was run three times from Lastingham Banks to an old 

 mine in Rosedale. Hounds never killed this fox, for it was 

 eventually caught in a stone trap by some Rosedale farmers. 

 It was stuffed, and up to a few years ago was in the possession 

 of a farmer in the dale, named Garbutt. It was sold at his 

 sale two or three years ago. 



Instances of white foxes are not isolated. Colonel J. S. 

 Talbot, in his recent book on " Foxes at Home " (page 8), 

 tells us : — 



" I remember even a pure white fox being killed at Wentworth 

 (the Countess de Morella's, near Virginia Water) by the Garth Hounds, 

 some years ago, but this, of course, was a most rare occurrence, though 



