CHAPTER VIII. 



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Otter Hunting. 



Y father once bought in Bradford, a very 



fine, big, rough-haired hound called 



"Hector." I always thought he had a 



lot of otter hound blood in him ; he was a good 



all-round hound. The pack worried him near 



Middleham when returning from otter limiting. 



I have a stuffed otter now at Thornton House 

 which was taken alive after a good four hours' 

 hunt in Beals Dub, carried in a sack to Palmer 

 Flatt, and put into a large disused brewing tub ;, 

 but previous to this, when near Swinithwaite, 

 he had eaten his way out of the sack in which 

 he was being carried, but was recaptured and 

 held until another sack was procured. 



