138 HISTORY OF THE YORK AND A INST Y HUNT. 



' in this instance, for all of them were in a body, and 

 ' running like racehorses. Unfortunately, the fox was 

 'headed at Acaster Mill, and went straight back to covert 

 ' in an opposite direction, and after ringing about, the 

 ' word was given to try another — Brocket Hagg, which 

 ' proved a blank. Then to the noted Colton Hagg, where 

 'one of the very best sort was found. Unhesitatingly he 

 ' went away for the fox-earths opposite Buckle's inn ; but 

 ' being disappointed, he crossed the hill, past Mr. Craw- 

 ' shaw's farm, in the direction of Askham, keeping in the 

 ' low ground straight to the Bogs farm. Here he wheeled 

 ' quickly to the right and into the Bog's. Luckily for the 

 ' success of the run, a man holloaed on the other side of the 

 ' covert, which drew away the field, and gave reynard a 

 ' chance of going off. He availed himself of the offer, and 

 ' went away past the Bogs farm, crossing Moor lane to 

 ' Acomb Wood, within a field of the kennels. Taking a 

 ' direct line for the farmhouse of the genuine sportsman, 

 ' Mr. T. Ellis, and within a field or two of Acomb Green he 

 ' crossed the turnpike road to Rufforth, to Knapton lane. 

 ' The hounds here flashed across the road, causing a timely 

 'check, and enabling stragglers to come up; but Squires, 

 ' seeing the hounds in slight difficulties, drew them back 

 ' on to the road, where they immediately picked up the 

 ' scent, and continued on the road to Knapton village end, 

 ' which was skirted on the west side. Taking the line to 

 ' Rufforth Whin, he disdained to enter it, but continued in 

 ' the open, and made in the direction of Rufforth Mill, near 

 ' to a new house, the residence of Mr. Middlewood; but after 

 ' struggling gamely on for about a mile farther, he took 

 ' refuge under a gateway, where he was unhoused and 

 ' killed, after a splendid run of about an hour and seven 

 ' minutes, the last thirty-five minutes being racing pace. 



'Saturday, December 30th. Met at Raskelf Mill. 

 ' Sir G. Wombwell decided to draw the covert of that well- 

 ' known sportsman, Mr. Coates, which is significantly 

 ' designated " Peep o' Day." Found directly, and went 

 ' away at a racing pace in the direction of Newburgh, the 

 ' seat of the M.F.H. Before the hounds had gone two 

 ' miles the field was scattered in all directions, but turning 

 ' to the left, a friendly road permitted many of the stragglers 



