22 cbe Wcnslepdale l^outids 



The Bagsman ; 

 A Marvel of Patience and Slow Hunting. 



This liappened a few years later, and I will try 

 and describe it as best I can, with the assistance 

 of the few notes at my disposal. 



The meet took place at Hardraw village, 

 near Hawes, in Wensleydale, and a rare good and 

 medley muster there was, for I can assure my 

 readers that it was no uncommon thing to see the 

 women rush out in all directions, with their 

 knitting in their hands. They used to do a lot 

 of " bump " knitting, and "bump," I understand, 

 is a kind of worsted. I have heard an old 

 gentleman tell of what fun there was in the good 

 old days, when, as he said, he had a hunter that 

 used to fly the bump lines as he galloped along 

 the roads. This, I suppose, might be true, as I 

 have no reason to doubt his veracity. He was a 

 good and loyal supporter of the hunt. 



But now to this particular hunt. We turned 

 " Reynard " down in a field to the east of Hardraw, 

 with his mask facing south, but what with the 



