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and when she went up stairs she awakened Jack 

 and said, " Jack, didn't tha tell me thoo'd bowt a 

 sixteen-hands chesnut hoss ? " " Ay, te be sear 

 ah did," replied Jack. '' Weel, ah deant knoa 

 what thoo 's dean wiv him then, or where thee 

 een's been, for thoo's browt a grey galloway 

 yam." 



Jack was sobered in an instant, and saw that 

 they had been afraid of him riding the fresh horse 

 in the dark after the sacrifice he had made to the 

 " Kosy God," and it is needless to say that there 

 was some '' language " flying about. He rose to 

 the occasion, however, as he generally does, and 

 hastily dressing, rattled the grey pony back to 

 Thirsk at a much faster pace than he was 

 accustomed to go ; got his own horse fed, jogged 

 him quietly along to Kirbymoorside, where the 

 hounds were advertised to meet, and where he 

 arrived at nine in the morning. He fed his horse, 

 got some breakfast, and hunted the hounds all 

 day on the redoubtable Tip, who must have had 

 as hard a constitution as his master. 



One of Jack's longest runs was from Skiplam, 

 an almost interminable range of wood and 

 plantation from which a fox rarely, if ever, goes 

 far away. This run took place some time in 1867, 

 but we cannot get the exact date. After ringing 

 a bit in Skiplam Wood, the fox took the open, and 

 crossing Kudston Kidge went over Ingleby 

 Moor to Ingleby Manor, and ran through the 



