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he brought with him, supplemented by his own, and Sir 

 Charles' terriers, drew round the neighbourhood, and at last 

 found a badger which ran at once towards the earth pre- 

 pared for it. The music of hounds was fine, and the terriers 

 also spoke to the line or from excitement. Brock was sus- 

 picious of the earth, however, and refused to enter. One of 

 Sir Charles' terriers tackled it, and down the hill they both 

 went rolling together. The badger was eventually killed, 

 and the M.F.H. of the York pack was satisfied with his 

 terriers and the sport. After some refreshments, which had 

 been brought with them, they set off for home. On the 

 following day there was a lawn meet at Duncombe Park, 

 and quite a number turned up. When Jack arrived, how- 

 ever, it was soon evident he was in no condition to hunt. 

 Indeed, he could hardly sit still on his horse, and after a 

 consultation, Mr. Kendall decided to leave him behind and 

 hunt the pack himself. Jack was removed from the saddle, 

 laid in a loose box, and away went Mr. Kendall with hounds. 

 But ere they had gone far they began to look about them 

 for their huntsman, and finding he was wanting, tailed off in 

 couples back to the home of the Feversham's, till there was 

 none left. A return was made to Duncombe Park. It 

 was thought if they could get Jack to the covert and find 

 their fox, hounds would run and all would be well, and Jack 

 could be taken back. Then commenced strapping Parker 

 on to the saddle. Away they trotted, hounds now being 

 quite satisfied. A fox was found at the Terrace, and a real 

 good hunt enjoyed. The amusing part of the story is that 

 when they killed their fox after a big circle in the precints 

 of the Park, Jack beat the whole of the field. First up and 

 quite sobered, he was removing the trophies when the 

 anxious field appeared. 



He was no respecter of persons, and no matter with whom 

 he was conversing he alwaj^s " Spak his mahnd." Illustra- 

 tive of this a good story is told. He went into Scotland 

 nearly every year with a patron, who, on one occasion, 

 had a long bout with a fine fish, which he eventually brought 

 to bank. When Jack was about to gaff him, the salmon gave 



