CHAPTER VIL 



A Mouse Story ; and John of Cautley. 



A FRIEND asks me to add to my bunch, of 

 anecdotes what he pleases to call my 

 mouse story. This is rather a digression 

 from my reminiscences of hounds, but as it was 

 told me by a grand old gentleman who was a loyal 

 member of the Wensleydale hounds ; and occur- 

 red in the adjoining valley of Coverdale, possibly 

 I may be pardoned for adding it. 



It was on the 12th of Augiist when Mr. 

 Robinson accompanied by Mr. John Booth, of 



