1 8 More Niinrods of yore. 



Newton, living now and for many years past at Kirby-in-Cleveland but 

 then in the Bedale or Ripon country, and Mr. Henderson, of Durham, now 

 M.P. for that City ; Sir Bellingham Graham, from Norton Conyers, 

 always hunted with Lord Darlington when he was in the Bedale country, 

 and left when they went back to Raby to go to his residence at White- 

 well to hunt with Sir Tatton Sykes. Sir David Baird, who hunted from 

 Sedgefield, was a very hard rider, of whom Mr. Lambton said that he 

 never knew so hard a man do such little mischief. Mr. Best, a tenant 

 of Lord Barrington, who had property in the County of Durham, Mr. 

 Geo. Richmond, of Heighington, Mr. Hodgson the post-master of 

 Staindrop, Mr. John Colling, of Hurworth, now a hale, hearty veteran, 

 who on more than one occasion 50 years ago swam the Tees. Mr. 

 Thomas Maude, of Selaby, than whom no better man across country 

 was never seen, and his younger brother William Maude, the late 

 Colonel of the South Durham Militia, riding such a weight that he 

 would never undergo the test of the scales, was one of the most deter- 

 mined welters that ever mounted a horse, and equall)' honoured in the 

 field as in every position of life. The Revd. Mr. Newton, of Wath, 

 was a first-rate man across country ; also the Hon. Capt. Powlett, uncle 

 of the present Lord Bolton. Mr. Gerard Wharton, of Gainford, and 

 of the Albany, for many years well known at Melton, was an intimate 

 friend of the Duke. Mr. John Monson, of Bedale, a son of the man 

 who had a whin named after him, was a very fair performer and 

 conspicuous rider. 



"The ladies were Lady Augusta Milbank and her sister, Lady 

 Arabella Vane, his lordship's youngest daughter, who rode in a scarlet 

 habit. By the way, I must not omit Mr. Tom Shafto, who lived with 

 his brother at Whitworth and stayed a good deal with his friend Frank 

 Hartley, at Middleton Lodge, of whom the following story is told. 

 Crossing over from Ireland in a Liverpool packet boat, a tremendous 

 storm came on and the Captain told the passengers that they were in 

 great peril. Mr. Shafto, accompanied by his friend Capt. Johnson, who 

 on hearing of the danger immediately began to say his prayers. But it 

 is said Mr. Shafto sat very silent, and after a long meditation said to 

 his friend ' I say. Bob, no more Uckerby Whin,' showing his ruling 

 passion in a significant way. I have not mentioned Mr. Chaytor, son 

 of the first Baronet of the family, who rode hard on a chestnut mare 

 for some few seasons. 



