1 90 Reminiscences of a 



the left, Bradbury and Morden on the right, round by Bog 

 Hall, and slinging round to the left passed Neseless, Homer 

 Carr, Watt's moor and plantation, then over the road into 

 Layton Lings and Black Squares, where other foxes being 

 on foot we had to stop them late at night, as it was after 

 six when we found, and we had forty minutes with him. 

 The late Mr. Creighton Forster, the sporting wine merchant, 

 who was also Master of the Durham Beagles, was out, and 

 I can see him now going for all he was worth, as did many 

 others ; indeed, all were on the ride, probably thinking that 

 the old gentleman from the " Elbow " was after them ! I 

 am afraid that anyone who may get hold of the account in 

 print of these runs with hounds, exciting though they 

 appeared to me at the time, will soon " drop their hands," 

 so I will cut them short, and merely refer to one or two 

 more which seem uppermost in my mind just at present. 



January 25th, 1884, was as good a day's sport after a 

 meet at Two Mile Houses as you wish to see. We got on 

 to one of the Goosepool foxes at Fox Hill, and had a real 

 fifteen minutes scurry after him, followed by a good hunting 

 run, but he beat us ; then we had upwards of an hour from 

 Elton Moor up to Urlay Nook and Cowley Moor in the 

 Hurworth country. When we passed Burnhope, Mr. 

 Thompson, who never could bear the music of hounds, 

 rushed out and charged the field, flourishing a long stick. 

 Mr. Tom Dobson was first attacked, and when I passed 

 they were getting on " thickish !" 



November 13th, 1884, we always called the Elwick Hall 

 Day, when we had fifty-five minutes really good, and killed 

 on the lawn at Elwick, much to the discomfiture of a party 

 of ladies who were having a tea party at the Vicarage, and 

 fled out shrieking in all directions when the fox and hounds 



