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The club dined at the inn at Aberford once a month 

 during the hunting season — then the fun was fast and 

 furious. All the neighbourhood made a point of attend- 

 ing to support Mr Fox Lane ; then he proposed " Bram- 

 ham Moor, and the twenty-five couple," and sang a good 

 song. 



' As the evening crept on, " May Bramham Moor never 

 be without a /ox/ " and, by stout old gents, " May Bram- 

 ham Moor never be without a Lane ! " were excuses for 

 one glass more. The whole country preserved foxes, 

 and everybody hunted.' 



Among the notable sportsmen who at that time hunted 

 with the Bramham Moor was Fenton Scott of Woodhall, 

 one of the most remarkable men of his day — six feet four 

 inches, very thin, very strong, very handsome, but with a 

 club foot, from an injury when a child. He began life 

 in a dragoon regiment, and was not to be beaten over a 

 country. Once, travelling down from London by the 

 mail, whilst eating his breakfast at Grantham, he asked 

 the waiter if the Belvoir hounds met near, and if he could 

 hire a horse in the town. The waiter said, 'Yes, sir, 

 certainly.' He gave up his place on the mail, hired a 

 horse, and met the hounds. They had a capital run ; 

 towards the end the field turned from hounds to avoid 

 a well-known awkward place ; Fenton Scott never 

 turned, the hounds pulled down the fox. When 

 Goosey, the huntsman, arrived he found this curious man 

 sitting on a gate, the pads and brush cut off. ' Whoo- 

 whoop ! ' he cried, and chucked up the fox ; handing the 

 pads and nose to the huntsman, said, ' Good run ; hounds 

 worked well,' got on his horse and trotted off. 



The Duke, Lord Forester, etc., were anxious to know 

 who this was, sent to Grantham, found that the York- 



