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Fair Hill allotments, Whitfield Gill, Grange Gill, 

 over Stagsfell to tlie Butter Tubs, where he 

 turned to the right, past Cliff Gill, along Swale- 

 dale Moor Edges, and just beat hounds to ground 

 in an old disused coal pit, or lead mine workings, 

 on Backstone Edges, behind Whitfield. 



I ran away from Yore Bridge School at the 

 dinner hour, having heard the hounds west of 

 Whitfield Gill, and got nearly up to them at 

 Grange Gill, where the fox had dwelt. The 

 master got up to them there on his black horse. 



On the west of Granore Gill I met with Will 

 Raine, the only other follower in sight, and we 

 ran together to the end. There came on a blind- 

 ing snow-storm when we got on to the top of 

 Stagsfell, so bad that my father left his horse at 

 Simonstone, and he, with another man or two, 

 came in search of me, thinking I should be lost. 

 There was also a most dense mist, and we had 

 not the remotest idea of our locality, but, hearing 

 hounds to the right, we fortunately came across 

 their tracks in the snow, and followed them to 

 the earth on Backstone Edge. 



