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neea horse c'u'd cross, seea some galloped ta Norramby Brig, an' sum 

 fur Marton, an' t' hoonds tonnin' tiv t' left, t' Marton chaps hed a lang 

 way t' best on't, an' lang before we gat ta Risebro' Hagg there was 

 " belleses ta mend," an' neea mistak. 



Oor fox noo teeak us ower Wrelton Cliff an' on ta Wrelton village, 

 where he seemed gannin' straight fer t' hills, but he whipped roond at 

 t' seet o' t' hosses, an' crossin' t' raalwaay ageean, teeak us right across 

 t' deepest, t' strangest, an' t' muckiest country you ivver seed, to 

 Kirby Misperton. Bah gum ! what a seet wa all wer ! an' didn't 

 t' hosses taals wag when wa pulled up for a minit ur seea at Kerby ? 



" Jack, they mun kill him," says yan. " Jack, Ah's aboot at 

 t' far end," says anuther. " They heven't killed him ez yit, onny 

 hoo," says Ah, ez Ah saw 'em race awaay ageean, pointing for t' Black 

 Bull, an' awaay ageean, faster ner ivver, tiv t' Whitby Railway, near 

 Marishes Station. Seean efter we crossed t' raalway Ah spied Mr. 

 Reynard sittin' on t' middle of t' road listening fer t' hoonds, an' there 

 he wad 'a'e sitten till t' hoonds hed gitten up tiv him, neea doot, if a 

 fond feller, wheea ya wad 'a'e thowt hed nivver seen a fox afoor, hadn't 

 shooted " Tally-ho ! " An' away he went, seea fresh, that, thinks Ah, 

 thoos nut catched yit ! An' Ah was reet, fer fower mahl fother he took 

 us ower a terrible heavy an' stiff country, past Allerston, on to Ebberston 

 then to Yeddingham, where he was seea tired, he c'u'dn't lowp a stile, 

 an' Rantipole gettin' a seet of him, it was varry seean whoo-whoop ! 



Noo what di ya think o' that, Mr. Edditor ? Just three hours 

 an' twenty minutes frev t' finnd tiv t' kill, twenty mahles as t' craw 

 flees, an' nut a yed less nor thoty mahles, ez t' hoonds ran. If ya wad 

 like ta knaw wheea was t' best man at t' finish, why, Ah can tell ya. 

 It was Lord Helmsley, yan o' t' canniest young gentlemen ez ivver 

 lived, an' ez good a rider across country ez ivver sat astrahd of a hoss. 

 Lord Castleray didn't gan badly, nowther did Mr. James Duncombe, 

 but, then, they had tweea hosses apiece, an' Lord Helmsley nobbut 

 yan, but ho was a clinker, an' Ah durst bet a wager, if his Lordship 

 lives for 50 years ta cum, an' Ah seear Ah wish he may, he'll nivver 

 rahd a better. Bud wa all di t' best wa c'u'd ta see t' kill, an' that's 

 t' lang an' t' shot on 't. Ah nivver saw sike a run, an' sal nivver see 

 sike anuther ez lang ez mah neeam's 



Jack Parker. 



Whilst not in any way altering the sense of the above, 

 I have corrected the dialect. Many of those who can speak 

 the vernacular well cannot write it, and as the above contains 

 many idioms and expressions frequently employed by old 

 Jack, as well as being an example of the mother tongue 

 he spoke so broadly, it is well it should be handed down as 

 accurately as possible. 



