78 HUNTING AND SPOBTING NOTES. 



a good six miles measured on the ordnance map, lie 

 managed to save his brave carcase in an earth in Round- 

 hay Park, close to Leeds. 



A long trot back, and two or three foxes in Camp Hill 

 Plantation. Quickly away with one round Bramhope 

 Village, and over the Arthington Tunnel, then by some 

 mills, and up into a stone wall country, and down 

 towards Poole, where it looked like catching him, but 

 he made good his escape, and took us over a fine wild 

 country, of which I knew not the name, until he finally 

 beat us in a big plantation above Otley, on the edge of the 

 Moors after a good hunting run of an hour and forty 

 minuies — a decidedly superior day's sport. Those 

 Bramham dog-hounds are hard to beat. 



Wednesday, at Hook Moor, I have not space to dilate 

 upon. It was a woodland meet — Boot and Shoe pro- 

 duced a fox that afforded a fair run before being run 

 to ground and then killed — the Hook Woods produced a 

 second that also had to yield his brush after a woodland 

 hunting run — scent was good. 



Thursday gave me an opportunity of seeing the York 

 and Ainsty at Ribston Park, of sporting memory, where 

 there was certainly a less representative gathering than in 

 old days. There was a Slingsby, some of the Lascelles 

 family, Munroe, Wilniot Smith, and Harry Prescot, several 

 representatives of the Dent family, and a good many 

 Bramham men, helping to make up a small field under 

 Captain Brocklehurst. It struck me also that in horse- 

 flesh the captain was sadly wanting. " No wonder," said 

 a friend, " when he has lost four this season in the field.'* 

 The history of the day is soon told. A fox was quickly 

 away from Ribston that skirted Goldsborough Moor, and 

 then took us sharply to the railway, where he popped into 

 the now proverbial drain. A second from Flaxby took a 

 capital line into the cream of the country, but alas, we 

 failed to hunt more than a mile. Ollerton was tenantless, 

 but from a spinney near the railway, a fox, after nearly 

 being headed into the hounds' mouths, gave us a sharp 

 ten minutes' scurry down to the river J)^idd, where he 

 tried a drain and disappeared. Perhaps this was not a 

 day to form a fair criterion ; but I could not but compare 

 it unfavourably with the past glories of the York, and to 

 feel that a more experienced master would hare gone 

 back to Goldsboroutrh Moor for an afternoon fox in 



