FOXES FOXHOUNDS & FOX-HUNTING 



are quite as badly off as when the mist swirls 

 round you. 



Mist can at times behave in a most vexatious 

 manner. We have, for instance, been on Fair- 

 field when both it and the head of Deepdale were 

 black with mist, whirling and twisting like the 

 steam from a boiHng pot, while St. Sunday Crag 

 and all the country beyond, including HelveUyn, 

 were bathed in clear summer simshine. The 

 most annoying part of the business was that 

 hounds persistently remained in the mist, and it 

 was ages before it lifted and allowed us to locate 

 them. At another time we crossed Fairfield in 

 bright sunshine, only to be enveloped in mist 

 when we climbed Dolly waggon Pike. Such are 

 the vagaries of mist on the high tops in Lakeland. 

 Although the hill foxes chiefly lie in the crags and 

 rough ground far up the fell side, there are places 

 where they resort to coverts as well as to the 

 large patches of juniper, known locally as savins. 

 The larch woods bordering Thirlmere Lake hold 

 foxes and so do such coverts as Low wood in 

 Hartsop, while the savins in Caiston are a fairly 

 sure find. The visitor who wishes to see a brace 

 or two of foxes killed without walking himself 

 to death, will be advised to arrive on the scene 

 in October. There are then a fair number of 

 well-grown cubs knocking about, which do not 

 run very far but yet provide a lot of sport, most 

 of which can be seen without leaving the low 

 ground. A day in October with the UUswater 

 about Hartsop will afford the visitor plenty of 

 entertainment. 



After a kill with the feU hounds, which do not 

 break up their foxes, the carcase is usually 

 slung on a stick and carried to the nearest inn. 

 It is then transferred from the stick to a 



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