CHAPTER III. 



Two Good Runs — Sedbergh ; and 

 The Bagsman. 



IT was in tlie spring of about 1872 I received 

 a letter from a gamekeeper at Sedbergh, 

 stating that they had a fox or two in the 

 vicinity of Cautley Crag, and that he would 

 not destroy them if I would take the hounds 

 over. Being well and strong, and as keen as 

 mustard, I saw my neighbour, Squire Tomlinson 

 (who is now Master), and asked him if he woidd 

 go. '* Yes," he replied. I then at once wrote 

 to the keeper, intimating the day we should 

 arrive ; and in due course I, Squire Tomlinson, 

 and our faitlifid huntsman, Jack, with a couple 



