Past and Present ^ 



Carperby, tiirongli Bear Park, where lie swam 

 the river, up Catscar, behind Aysgarth, up 

 Thoralby Hau, and west to Thornton Moor. He 

 turned left handed over Gayling, Heckbree, down 

 into Bishopdale, and was taken in a small house, 

 a little west of the Rookery where Mr. Ralph 

 Lodge then lived. I recollect it perfectly. Lady 

 Bolton was out, and she asked me to steer her 

 over the moor to Bishopdale. I was riding my 

 father's black horse, "The Mole." 



Just before the stag was taken near Scar top, 

 Isaac Metcalfe (alias Ike Mouldy) got his arms 

 round the animal's neck. The deer still having a 

 kick left in him, bounded over the fence, causing 

 Ike to release his hold, and fall down the Scar. 

 Ike was the son of old "Mouldy Tom," a noted 

 mole catcher of Thoralby, hence, I presume, his 

 nick name, "Mouldy," as his traps were always set 

 near hillocks of mould made by moles. 



As the hounds ran they must have covered 

 fifteen or sixteen miles. I also remember that 

 shortly afterwards we had an outbreak of sheep 

 worrying. 



