MB. PENN C. SHERBBOOKE. 



Scawton and Hambleton, or a moorland country generally, 

 can have any conception of the added possibilities there are of 

 losing hounds, and especially when they cannot be heard. 

 In the twinkling of an eye they may have a fox on foot, 

 slip down some small ravine, up the side of it and away with 

 no one the wiser. I could quote a score of such instances 

 from my own diaries in the Bilsdale, the Cleveland, and 

 Sinnington countries, each of which is pretty similar in 

 topograhpical idiosyncrasies. 



And now I have come to the end of Mr. Sherbrooke's 

 last season. He was out on 52 days, had two blank, killed 

 a total of 15 brace (the largest number during his mastership), 

 and ran fco ground 7 J brace. Hounds were only stopped one 

 day by frost and snow and one by fog. 



During the course of these journals one frequently 

 discovers the name of Mr. Robin Hill cropping up. He 

 acted as " gentleman " huntsman to Mr. Sherbrooke 

 during his last season but one and as whipper-in from 

 1899 to 1902. Mr. Hill was at the same time hunting 

 Sir Everard Cayley's hounds, and so held a somewhat 

 unique position. Only a man of the strongest constitution 

 and with the greatest attachment for the chase could 

 have stood the strain entailing upon this dual office. 

 Residing at Low Hall, Brompton, Mr. Hill had many 

 very long rides to and from the hounds in his own country — 

 that is Sir Everard Cayley's (now Sir Hugo Meynell Fitz- 

 herbert's). He was hunting almost all the week, and part 

 of it over some of the roughest country there is in Yorkshire. 

 Mondays and Thursdays found him with Sir Everard's, and 

 Tuesdays and Saturdays with the Sinnington, whilst not 

 unfrequently he had a day with Lord Middleton's and the 

 Staintondale. In any of these countries they will tell you 

 countless stories of " Robin," as he is known throughout 

 the hunting North, how he gave the field a lead over such 

 a rough moor, how he struggled on through such a bog, 

 or left his horse up to the saddle flaps whilst he ran on with 

 hounds. The very name, Hill, smacks of hounds and hunting 



