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squatted either on the roadside or just over the 

 wall, I cannot say which, but I viewed her going 

 over a hill. Off they went again, half the length 

 of the village, when she was met in a stile by 

 a man, she turned and took through the fields 

 below Carperby, down to the Railway Station, 

 into and through Freeholder's wood, west, and 

 into Bearpark. Crossed the line up the river- 

 side to Aysgarth stepping stones, recrossed rail- 

 way (here my wind was giving out) over the 

 road up to the high side again, out of my sight. 

 I held on to the top of Sleets, just as I got 

 to the top of the hill, they were viewing her 

 down. She crossed the road, but doubling, met 

 me at a gateway, turned, was viewed, run into 

 and picked up untorn by your humble servant. 

 Time, about an hour and twenty minutes, going 

 fast at times ; and, in the fields behind Carperby, 

 I never saw nicer hound work put in, twisting, 

 turning, and trying all her artful dodges in vain. 

 She was a good one, a right moor-sider and as 

 tough as pin wire. It is a capital place for a 

 hunt between Hawbank and Carperby, but there 



