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fox now teak us ower Wrelton Cliff and on to 

 Wrelton villaofe, where he seemed Qfannina- 

 straight for t' hills, but he whipp'd round at seet 

 o' t' houses, and crossing t' railway again teak us 

 reet across t' deepest, t' strangest, and t' muckiest 

 country you ivver seed to Kerby Misperton. 

 By gum, what a seet we all were ! and didn't 

 t' horse tails wag when we pulled up for a minit 

 or sea at Kerby. 'Jack, they mun kill him,' says 

 yan; Mack, I's about at t' far end,' says another; 

 ' They han't killed him yit, onyhow,' says I, as I 

 saw them race away again, pointing for t' Black 

 Bull, an away agean faster than ivver to't Whitby 

 Railway, near Marishes Station. Sean efter we 

 cros't t' railway I spied Maister Bennard sitting 

 on t' middle o' t' road lissening for t' hounds, and 

 there he wad a' sitten till t' hounds had gitten u-p 

 tiv him, nae doubt, if a fond feller whea yan wad 

 think had nivver seen a fox afore, hadn't shouted 

 Tally-ho ! and away he went, sea fresh, that 

 thinks I, thou's not catched yit, and I was reet, 

 for fower mile further he teuk us over a terrible 

 heavy and stiff country, past Allerston on to 

 Ebberston, then to Yedingham, where he was 

 sae tired he couldn't loup t' stile, and Bantipole 

 getting a seet of him, it was sean who whoop. 

 Now what do you think of that Mr. Heditor ? 

 Just three hours an' twenty minutes fra t' find t' 

 kill, twenty miles as 't crow flees, an' nut a yed 

 less than thirty miles as t' hounds ran. 



