FOX-HUNTING JEHUS 183 



gave that sporting touch, together with scarlet head- 

 bands, carrying the colour through from the bars, 

 pole, and wheels of the coach. 



On a joyous, bright morning in August, with a 

 refreshing breeze blowing off the sea, we were 

 honoured with the box-seat on the " Venture " coach. 

 The four greys, the first team out, Mr. Lewis Priest- 

 man threaded skilfully through the narrow streets 

 of Scarborough, thronged with every description of 

 traffic. Walter, the guard, had a watchful eye in 

 the rear, quite necessary in these days of rapid 

 motors, and his musical accompaniment on the horn 

 was the signal to clear the road for the most popular 

 institution to be found anywhere in Yorkshire. 

 Leaving the town, hill-climbing begins at once, the 

 coach travelling smoothly as the team were sprung 

 up the short gradients ; Mr. G. Burgess, the 

 manager, working the brake, besides being in readi- 

 ness to take the reins for the second stage from 

 Filey. 



The extensive view on the right is a rolling 

 panorama of agricultural land, mapped out on the 

 hillside with a tracery of fences, a district hunted 

 by Lord Middleton's hounds. To the left is the sea, 

 three hundred feet or more below the rugged cliffs ; 

 and melting away behind us could be seen the bold 

 outline of Scarborough's Castle Hill, compared by 

 those who know it to the Rock at Gibraltar. Hardly 

 a mile of the eight into Filey is on level going, and 

 Yorkshire has added charms when viewed from the 

 top of a coach. A sharp descent into Filey gives a 

 sight of the famous Brigg, and the narrow streets 

 with their sharp turns put to the test all the skill of 

 a practised whip. 



The fresh team awaiting us were four bright 

 bays, not quite so level in appearance as the greys, 



