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road between Sedgefield and the Asylum, rattled him to Knotty 

 Hill, then over the low lying land to Bishop Middleham 

 Colliery, and killed in the open at the north side of Bishop 

 Middleham village, after a grand thirty minutes. The Order 

 was then " home." 



Friday, November 9th, Bishopton the meet, and a little 

 bird whispering that Fox Hill would probably be the first 

 draw, caused a hard riding company to assemble, including 

 a well mounted party from Wynyard. The bird was right 

 for once in a way, for we made direct for Fox Hill, 

 chopping a craven cub in a hedge-row en route. The good 

 old whin held at least a brace, and we were treated to a 

 really nice fast hunting run, embracing a six-mile point, the 

 line traversed being across the far-famed Newbiggen pas- 

 tures, where we had to fly one or two stiffish drains, or 

 "stells," right up to Ford's whin, and on along the bottoms 

 as if for Stillington Ironworks, which were passed at some 

 distance on the left, reynard making for Maudlin Gutter and 

 Whitton whin, which he skirted. Disdaining the Wynyard 

 woods, which lay in front of him, he pointed northwards, 

 and hounds carried the line almost up to Watt's plantation, 

 but could not speak to him in covert, and so the run 

 terminated, the gallant pack being fairly run out of scent 

 after a very enjoyable fifty-five minutes. An easy jog 

 brought us back to Ford's whin, where " pug " lay waiting 

 for us and afforded a very brisk gallop to Lee Close. Here 

 two or three "fresh members" cropped up, but hounds 

 stuck to their hunted fox; drove him out of covert, and 

 worked on a coldish scent nearly up to Bishopton, where 

 further pursuit was abandoned. There never was a brilliant 

 scent, still this was an excellent day's sport, and the country 

 rode to perfection." 



