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I have mentioned, liowever, lias resulted in 

 making most low-country sportsmen tremendously 

 afraid of the hills and moors. Many times have 

 I seen the followers of the Bedale, when hounds 

 have gone to the moors ; or the Hur-worth, when 

 a Bilsdale fox has gone from Winton to Welbury, 

 to the Hambletons, draw rein because of imagi- 

 nary difficulties. There are, of course, bogs ; 

 and there is one story of a Wensleydale sports- 

 man returning home from hunting with the Duke 

 of Leeds' hounds, with only a bridle, his horse 

 and saddle having disappeared in a morass ; 

 whilst only last season (1906-7), Mr. S. Conyers 

 Scrope's kennelman, got bogged, and his horse 

 had to be dug out. The average Yorkshire bog, 

 however, is little more than a quagmire — a dirty 

 inconvenient obstacle, but with no attendant 

 danger. 



I remember an old sportsman, who lived near 

 Leyburn, giving some advice to a yoimg grass 

 country Nimrod, who intended hunting on the 

 moors, which one usually receives from the sage 

 of every hill pack, "Keep to the ling an' you'll 



