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the first night. The five that were left did well, but I 

 could have killed her myself when I saw what the old lady 

 had done: I'd spent so much time over them, feeding and 

 nursing them. These five we turned down in Camp whin, 

 and rattling sport they showed us for two seasons. The 

 first cub-hunting season we killed one, and one in regular 

 hunting. The following season we killed a brace more of 

 them, one showing wonderful sport, and it is a fact that we 

 ran him three Wednesdays in succession under Mr. Harvey's 

 mastership, I think in 1876. The first day we had an hour 

 and forty minutes with him over the Fishburn country, 

 round by Humbleknowle and Galley Law and back to covert. 

 The second Wednesday we had two hours and ten minutes 

 with him over much the same line, but he took us further 

 north this time by Park House whin, leaving Hurworth 

 Burn on the left, and back into a made earth in Camp 

 whin, at the top side. On the third Wednesday we had a 

 poor morning's sport, but Camp whin was called upon once 

 more, when our gallant fox went away rather stiff and groggy. 

 I always went to the north corner to command a good 

 view, and took up a position on the hill side for this 

 purpose : I allowed him a little more time than usual to 

 get warmed up a bit, seeing his condition, then holloaed 

 hounds out to him with a very much improved scent from 

 the morning ; away he went, improving at every stride, over 

 the Fishburn and Butterwick country at a rattling pace. 

 As they came past Weterton Cottage (Mr. Milburn's) I 

 shouted to the old gentleman who had run out " they '11 

 tear his jacket to-day," as I saw them coursing up the 

 grass towards the Asylum gashouse, which he nobly tried 

 to reach, but they caught him on the grass about twenty 

 yards from the fence ; poor fellow, he had not got over 



