THE HAUNTED HUNT 



in Canonby Whin, and he broke close to where I was 

 standing. He was good to know, that fox, and I could 

 have sworn to him again among hundreds : a great raking, 

 grey dog-fox, with most of his brush missing. Details 

 of the run are immaterial; it is enough to tell you that 

 after a clinker of eighty minutes we lost him the other side 

 of Hareham, and, try as he might, Anthony Nunn with 

 all his craft was beaten. Of course it upset him as usual, 

 and he took hounds home there and then. 



" No one acquainted with Nunn's idiosyncrasies was 

 surprised when the following Monday's meet was changed 

 from Wingley to Yewbarrow Mill. Again we found the 

 big grey fox in Canonby Whin ; and he gave us an even 

 better run than before : by Hareham, Owland Banks, 

 and Buckfield ; over Priestland Park and Shepley Down ; 

 past Hindholt to Windleby, where, after two hours and 

 thirty minutes, we lost him again. This time Nunn's 

 fury was a sight to behold. He raved and cursed, and 



screamed out, ' I'll kill that bobtail if I have to jump 



the gates of Hell to do it ! ' He tried forward and back, 

 round and round, every place that could possibly hold a 

 fox. Long after the last remnant of the field had gone 

 home he was at it, until pitch darkness forced him to 

 give it up. 



" Eccentric as we thought him, no one was prepared 

 for his next move. The next day messengers and tele- 

 grams were flying about the country to say that Wednes- 

 day's meet was abandoned, and that hounds would meet 

 next on Friday at Yewbarrow Mill at 9 a.m. The tele- 

 grams bore the cryptic addition, ' Cub-hunting.' 



" Naturally the people, especially those on the Wednes- 

 day and Friday sides, were furious, and the weight of 



