Bihston Park and Tad caster Bar. 79' 



February, rather tlian hang about uncertam places and 

 spinnles. 



Friday, at Tadcaster Bar with the Braham is always 

 a great affair. Being only eight miles from York, the 

 two hunts regularly join forces, and to-day was no 

 exception, and a splendid hunting morning to boot. A 

 trot to Bilborough Whin revealed a tremendous cavalcade, 

 which had not fully arrived ere Smith and his pack were 

 away at its extreme end, and scores of hard men were 

 scrambling for a start. Such heavy land to push along 

 in we seldom meet with, and yet those that ride the 

 headland see hounds bearing from them. We cross the 

 road, and come on the welcome grass for a few more 

 fields, then the Catterton drain puts in its plea to be 

 Jumped, and receives at least three pi'ostrate forms — 

 hounds check, and the pace is slower up to Angram 

 village, where, at the usual drain, our fox is proclaimed 

 as " gone to ground " in fourteen minutes. Collier Hag 

 does not hold a fox, but in the rushy field adjoining, up 

 jumps a fine fellow within a few yards of my horse. The 

 hounds get a view, and the start is a splendid one— 

 everybody goes crashing away as only they can do on a 

 Bramham Friday, and every fence has a yawning ditch. 

 Still hounds could not drive their fox to Askham Whin, 

 nor by Angram village up to Hutton liall, after passing 

 which the scent improved, and they ran a big ring over 

 the stiff est line in Yorkshire, by Kufford village, skirting 

 Askham Whin nearly to Catterton Springs and Shire 

 Oaks, then to the right by Heelaugh, and so round to 

 Collier Hag again, just before reaching which, foxes were 

 changed, and this excellent forty minutes of fast going 

 came to an end without blood. Men and horses had had 

 nearly enough when the order came for Scandinavia, 

 where a fox slipped away that looked as if he had done 

 some of the morning's work, for he could scarcely keep 

 out of their way at starting, nor through Wighill Park to 

 Bilton, where he scrambled into a road culvert, not ten 

 yards in front of the leading hound. A pole obliged him 

 to leave this, and he then tried the shrubberies, and 

 dodged for his liie till he received his quietus in the 

 wood- stack, and thus wotuid up fitly a very good day's 

 sport. Galloping, hunting, and jumping, ad libitum, had 

 fallen to our lot throughout a lovely day, and an 

 Ex-M.F.H. from a neighbouring country declared in was 



