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shire gentleman had bought the horse, and gone on to 

 the North by coach that afternoon. Fenton Scott was 

 an excellent magistrate, and a kind-hearted man, but, 

 when excited, a little rough, and talked broad Yorkshire. 

 Whilst hunting once, away from home, he got a bad 

 fall, and crushed his deformed foot, grew alarmed, sent 

 for the surgeon, but never said anything, till the Saw- 

 bones suggested the necessity of amputation ; then up 

 jumped the patient, and roaring out, ' Aw ! deary me, 

 sir ! I came into the world wi' two legs ; and, by jingo, 

 I'll go out wi' two ! ' kicked him out of the room. 



James Fox Lane, as I have said, hunted the countr}- 

 from about 1775 till not long before his death in 1825, 

 when, finding himself too old for the duties of Master 

 and his son disinclined to relieve him of the responsi- 

 bility, he made the hounds over to Lord Harewood, 

 who removed the kennels to Harewood House, where 

 they remained for many years. In fact, it was not till 

 the year 1848 that they came back to their original 

 home, and into the hands of the son of their former 

 owner. But this Mr Lane Fox died within a few months 

 of the return of the hounds, leaving his son, the greatest 

 and most famous sportsman of the family, to restore and 

 increase tenfold the name and fame of the Bramham 

 Moor Hunt. 



Mr George Lane Fox, whose recent death is still 

 mourned by Yorkshire sportsmen, was born in November 

 1 816, and was educated at Eton and Christ Church, 

 Oxford. But as a friend of his said : ' Instead of trying 

 for a double first, he preferred becoming a private 

 pupil of Tom Hill and Tom Wingfield, learning how to 

 gallop after a fox with the former and hunt him with the 

 atter.' The young Yorkshireman carried his enthusiasm 



