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conveyed gratis by some sporting farmers to Beverley, and, when 

 lodged in Mr. Hodgson's buildings, cost him only six pounds per 

 load of eighteen hundredweight. 



There are a few very hard riders in the Holderness Hunt. The 

 following are very good indeed, and would go well in any country : 

 — the Hon. Alexander Macdonald ; the two Messrs. and more 

 especially Mr. George Legard ; Mr. James Hall ; Mr. W. Barkwith 

 of Hessle ; and Mr. John Smith of Hull ; also Mr. Watson of 

 Wandby, a gentleman farmer, always well mounted, and as well 

 inclined to go. Eeport spoke highly of him in other respects, as 

 what the Sporting World calls " a good sort of fellow." There is a 

 Mr. Thompson, also a farmer, residing at Harpham on the wolds, 

 who is a good performer, and also a good sportsman. But what I 

 call tlie clipper of this Hunt is a farmer of the name of Medford, 

 on his little ewe-necked gi'ey mare. Mr. Medford resides at a place 

 called Carlton in Holderness, and although he is so far north, and 

 in the provincials, I should l)e inclined to say he was not far from 

 being a match for those crack Leicestershire yeomen, Dick Christian 

 and Mr. Thomlin. I had my eye upon him one day in one of the 

 very fast things we had over Holderness, when the ground was 

 cruelly deep. He w'ent off at score with the little grey mare ; but, 

 as it will happen sometimes, every turn he made was wrong, and 

 from the pace the hounds were going and the state of the country, 

 I despaired of seeing him in his place again. My fears w^ere ground- 

 less ; he got upon the line ; and putting his head as straight as a 

 crow could fly, was soon to be seen cheeking the leading hoimds, 

 and going quite at his ease. 



There is one gentleman who hunts with these hounds of whom I 

 must make very honourable mention, although I know not exactly 

 whether he can be called one of the Holderness Hunt, as he resides 

 principally with his father, the well-known and highly-respected 

 Major Bower, of Welham, near Malton, a great man among the 

 long tails. I am here alluding to his second son, Mr. John Bower, 

 whom I hesitate not to pronounce as fine a horseman as ever 

 touched a bridle, with undaunted courage, and a capital eye to 

 hounds. Mr. John Bower is very well known in the Burton Hunt, 

 Lincolnshire, where I understand the general opinion is, that he is 



