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hound, but he was unahle to hold the scent, and 

 it was only by dint of great patience, and now 

 and then pricking him on a soft piece of peat 

 turf, that we managed to get a little "forrarder." 

 But no sooner had we got a few notes than both 

 the men and women rushed to the front, and 

 more than once I had to shout, and threaten to 

 take the hounds away if they would not keep 

 back, as it was simply impossible to hunt over 

 the ground which they had "soiled"; and at 

 last we managed to get off the bare ground, and 

 cross Sargill Beck, pointing for Swaledale. 



The pace was still terribly slow, but what 

 with a little more cover, and soft peat hags, in 

 which we got his pad — and, I always think, 

 considerably aided by good luck — we hit off his 

 line ; and suddenly, when nearing the edge of 

 the moor, on the Swaledale side, a favourite old 

 bitch ("Blossom") fairly screamed as she flew up 

 a hag, and at once convinced me that he had 

 been laid, and had only just stolen away. I 

 immediately gave a loud " Tally Ho ! " and 

 shouted " now, all you that can run, do." 



