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cubs had more than a usual amount of white, but this one, a short 

 distance off, looked perfectly snow-white. Sir Charles liked its being 

 about, and would never hunt it if he knew that we were in pursuit 

 of it, but on one occasion the hounds ran it hard down the whole length 

 of the long wood at Kirby Hall, and it was not known at first that it 

 was the white fox. The fox was headed and came right through the 

 pack without hounds recognising it was a fox till it had passed. Then 

 they caught the scent and soon were in full cry, but they were whipped 

 off. He was killed eventually, however, and was too much torn for 

 his carcase to be stuffed, as Sir Charles had always intended." 



To revert to the Sinnington, two foxes were found one day 

 during Mr. William Kendall's mastership, in a drain in 

 Seamer Wood. They fastened one in, and ran the other to 

 Terrington. Returning to Seamer, the second fox was bolted, 

 and hounds ran him to Hambleton, pulling him down near 

 the hotel — a fine gallop. A fox found at Bishopp Hagg took 

 them to Egton Bridge, and another found at Riseboro ran to 

 Scalby, near Scarborough, where he was killed in the Stain- 

 tondale country on the cliff. So dead beat were hounds 

 and horses after this long gallop over some exceedingly 

 rough country, that they laid down after killing their fox. 

 They were housed for the night, and not brought home till 

 the next day. These were the days, though, of long runs ; 

 days, too, when naught was allowed to stop a hunting 

 fixture. In the words of the old song : — 

 The wife around her husband throws 



Her arms, and begs him stay. 

 " My dear, it rains, it hails, it snows, 



You will not hunt to-day ? " 

 But a-hunting we will go, will go, 



A-hunting we will go ! 



One day, when snow lay deep on the ground, a fox was 

 found in Hovingham High Wood, and crossed the pond 

 (which is in front of the hall). Mr. Kendall rode across the 

 pond on the ice the quicker to get to his hounds, which took 

 their fox to Coneysthorpe and back in a circle to Hovingham 

 Park, where they killed. 



These are but a brief few records of some of the most 

 memorable runs which still live in memory. They are only 

 typical of the sport enjoyed. At this time the hunt races 



