CHAPTER YI. 



Plucky Huntsmen, and Hound Trail ; with 

 Song: "The Pride of the Pack." 



TWO or three instances of plnck displayed by 

 our huntsmen, which I well remember, may 

 be of interest to my readers. 

 The first was when the Bedale hounds (under 

 the Mastership of the late Duke of Leeds) ran a 

 fox to ground on Leyburn Moor. My father was 

 there, and seeing his foot-huntsman looking at the 

 hole, he asked him if he thought the fox could be 

 got out. "Yes," he replied, "I think if I take 

 off my coat I can reach him by giving him my 

 hand, and then draw him." The Duke was just 

 moving off when my father rode up to him and 



