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of Elizabeth, was added on to about a hundred years 

 ago, and stands on a rising ground, a mile and a half 

 to the north-east of Otley. The road winds up through 

 the well-wooded park, of a hundred and forty acres, 

 and so along an avenue thickly lined with laurels, 

 among which " the merry brown hares come leaping," 

 and the pheasants feed in troops, as if the crack of a 

 Manton was a sound unknown in Wharfedale. A road 

 to the right, just before we reach the quaint old iron 

 gates, leads across a bridge, and past the aviary to the 

 farmyard buildings, part of which once composed the 

 ancient kennels, from which Mr. Fawkes in his 

 younger days was wont to ride forth at the head of 

 his harriers. All the cattle stand on wood spars in 

 old-fashioned comfortable boxes. Robinson Crusoe, 

 a bull on the shortest leg, and with the deepest bosom 

 we ever saw, was then the principal tenant of the 

 bull paddock, but we heard of Milton and his sire 

 Rockingham, who owned no master but a certain dog 

 after his ring had been torn out of his nose. Laudable 

 was a good bull, and Bridegroom's three sons, 

 Sir Edmund Lyons, John O'Groat, and General 

 Bosquet were all Royal winners like himself. " The 

 General" was not so neat, but more massive and 

 mossy-haired than Sir Edmund Lyons, and his son 

 Bon Gargon also kept up the Farnley charter, and 

 beat Royal Butterfly as a calf at Chester. Mr. Fawkes 

 was very lucky with three, but sold the fourth, John 

 O'Groat for a good sum. Bull-breeding has always 

 been his forte, and since those days he has won first 

 prizes with Friar Tuck and his own brother Friar 

 Bacon at Plymouth Royal in '65. At Newcastle 

 Royal he took a first with Marquis, and at Manchester 

 Royal the same honours with Lord Isabeau. It is 

 his rule only to show young bulls. He has always 

 tried for roans, and it is his experience that white 

 upon red is more likely to produce them than red 

 upon white. 



