62 CDe Wensicpdaie Rounas 



There were a great number of strong roots at 

 very sliort distances apart. Tlie otter kept 

 moving backwards and forwards from one to 

 another the whole of the time, and we really were 

 no nearer a kill at the end than when we started. 

 I was so stiff with wading, and the hounds so 

 done up with swimming, that, with the greatest 

 difficulty, I persuaded Mr. Gallon to call hounds 

 off. We walked across to Cover Bridge Inn, put 

 the hounds up in a very thick bed of straw, had 

 two fires lighted on the Dam stakes to prevent 

 the otter going down stream, and went to bed 

 about eight o'clock, well tired. 



We started next morning at five o'clock, up 

 stream. Never had a chirp of music until 

 opposite the west end of Middleham, where a 

 boat used to be kept. 



A short distance above Middleham Bridge 

 the hounds marked at a long drain. Mr. Gallon's 

 two terriers bolted an otter into a sack which was 

 held over the mouth of the drain. He was carried 

 over the fields and turned into a small pool below 

 Wensley Bridge, where he, unfortunately, got 



