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landlord of the famous " Mortal Man " hotel in 

 Troutbeck, was huntsman at the time, and that 

 day the only follower was one Isaac Thompson. 

 The carcass of the fox was laid upon a flat rock 

 when Anthony turned to his friend and exclaimed, 

 " Why, Isaac, we've never halloed ! " 



To kni a fox without a death halloa was a sad 

 omission, so a combined who-whoop rent the air, 

 and awoke the echoes amongst the crags. In 

 fact, it did more than that, it brought the sup- 

 posedly dead fox to life, and sent him helter- 

 skelter down the rough fell breast in a final dash 

 for liberty. Hounds viewed him and flew in hot 

 pursuit, and after a smart burst, rolled him over 

 in the bottom near the tarn. To this day Anthon^^ 

 dehghts to tell the tale of the fox which was 

 " killed twice over." 



On another occasion the same pack had a good 

 run, which ended with a check near a gateway in a 

 lane. After casting round with no result, a boy 

 suddenly appeared on the scene, and exclaimed : 



" What are you laiting ? " (looking for). 



" I'se laiting a fox ! " replied Anthony. 



" What, So-and-so (giving the name) has it tied 

 up i' t' barn," said the youth. 



On making investigation, sure enough there was 

 the fox tied up with a collar and chain in one of the 

 farm buildings. 



The party responsible for the deed was a local 



