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rattled away along the north bank to Whinny moor planta- 

 tions, where he beat us, after a nailing good sixty-three 

 minutes. A very fine gallop. 1 remember this well, because 

 Charley Robinson of Morden south side was very ill at the 

 time, and said to be dying, but took a turn for the better 

 on the following day, when the Hurworth hounds ran close 

 past his house, and hearing the music, he said to those 

 attending him, and almost hourly expecting his death, "lift 

 me up to the window and let me see the hounds once again 

 before I die." They did so, and from that moment he began 

 to recover, and lived for years after. The Hurworth hounds 

 had an extraordinary run that day, having met, I believe, at 

 Elton, and run due north nearly to Rushyford, and then 

 over the Carrs, where everyone was lost or pounded, and 

 Mr. Ord, who had been hunting at Heighington with the 

 Zetland hounds (which also had, I was told, two grand runs 

 from Redworth and Wilkinson's whins, the latter of seventy- 

 five minutes) was returning home on a tired horse, across 

 Morden Carrs, when, in a clear frosty evening, he heard 

 the distant music of hounds ; soon, a pack of hounds came 

 up to him, but there was no horseman in sight, nor did 

 anyone turn up as they raced past Brunton's plantation, 

 across Stillington moors, past Bog Hall, and pointing for 

 Carlton Ironworks, when he was obliged to leave them, his 

 horse being reduced to a trot. Many of the hounds were 

 out all night, and it appears that the Hurworth "field" who 

 started with the pack from Elton had a gruelling run, and, 

 when most of their horses were beaten, had the misfortune 

 to embark on the Carrs, where the bottomless stells pounded 

 them, as they have done many on fresh horses, and they 

 were left behind, scattered all over the country. Some of 

 the Hunt servants, we were told, got up to the body of the 



