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spring cart. I drove 15 miles to a little village called Alwinton, on 

 the Coquet, where an elderly cousin of mine, Arthur Carr (lately dead, 

 poor chap), who was keen on hound work, was to join me, he having 

 come from Newcastle-on-Tyne. I got to our rendezvous, Alwinton, 

 about 1.30, but no signs of Arthur Carr, and he did not turn up till 

 4.30, and then we had 12 miles to go by a liill track to Byrness. 

 There is no road for a cart the way we were going, so we put our 

 things into the saddle-bags, and off we started, my cousin leading 

 the mare. All went well till we were nearing the Eidlees, about 

 6 miles from Alwinton. It was now beginning to get dark, and 

 the cart mare was getting tired, my cousin lost the track, and I soon 

 heard them floundering about in some boggy ground, and heard 

 other things too. Just at this time the beagles got on the line of 

 a travelhng fox or hare, and off they went, and I thought I had seen 

 the last of them. However, they came back to my rate, and having 

 got a guide at the Eidlees, to show us over the worst part of the moor, 

 we eventually struck the main turnpike road a mile or so below 

 Byrness, and were very glad when we got there. The next day we 

 had quite a nice run, and killed a hare. When we were running 

 we were astonished to see a man running in the opposite direction, 

 away from hounds ; we could not make this out at the time. When 

 we went into Byrness after hunting, we heard a queer-looking man 

 had come to the back door and asked for food ; this he was given. 

 Later that evening a policeman turned up on a bicycle, and on 

 learning which way the man had gone, he went off, and captured 

 his man the next day near Morebattle in Eoxburghshire. The man 

 had committed a vile murder in the parish of Birtley, Northumber- 

 land, and he thought when he heard the beagles running that he was 

 being hunted down. 



This was the becfinninLj : a further note shows that it was through 

 his younger brother, H. George Carr-Ellison, that the visit became 

 an annual institution. (F. C. K.) 



My younger brotlier George went up to Cambridge about '93, 

 1 think, and in time became a Whip, and it was he who persuaded 

 the then Master, K. Walker, to bring the beagles up to Northumber- 



