Past ana Present. 85 



This hunt took place in the Seventies, when we 

 met at Walden Head at six o'clock for a drag. 

 There were only three of us — Squire Tomlinson, 

 Mr. Sanday, and the Master — besides the hunts- 

 man, and the Walden moor gamekeeper. 



We came across a drag soon after getting on 

 to the moor, but it was cold, and very snatchy, 

 and being unable, after over two hours, to make 

 him away, I asked the keeper if there was any 

 hole near. "Yes!" he said, "a good rock hole 

 with two entrances, down below in Deepgill.'* 

 This is on the south side of Walden Moor, and 

 rather a favourite resort for foxes. 



I went to the spot he had indicated, and 

 at once put my terrier, "Pincher," in, and he 

 quickly bolted Master Reynard. The hounds 

 being on the opposite side of the Gill got a view 

 at him, and right merrily they ran him up Walden 

 Moor, over the Gable, across Kidstone Bank, 

 when he turned left-handed down beyond Cray, 

 over the river Wharfe, and into Sir John Rams- 

 den's deer park, of which they ran the full 

 length several times. 



