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caused a great burst of hilarity ; and here the 

 subject dropped. I am pleased to add that they 

 afterwards became very good friends. 



Squire Tomlinson, on one occasion, when running 

 a fox across the moor, unfortunately got his horse 

 into a bog behind Stagsfell. He dismounted, and 

 proceeded on foot, leaving his horse in charge 

 of Mr. J. C. Winn. After a good run, the hounds 

 killed their fox near Oxnip Gill, in Swaledale. 

 The horse had almost disappeared in the bog, 

 only his head and tail being visible. When 

 dragged out, nearly four hours afterwards, he 

 was, for some time, unable to stand. 



At a fancy dress ball at Leyburn, in the early 

 sixties, the Honble. W. E. Buncombe, now Earl 

 of Feversham, asked Mr. Chapman how his 

 hounds were going on. 



