76 HISTORY OF THE BRAMHAM MOOR HUNT. 



with a fair day's sport at Bramham Park, was a good one, 

 though there was a lot of bad weather and frost, and Tread- 

 well had a score of fifty brace of foxes killed. 



1 860-6 1. Those whose memory takes them back to the 

 year 1 860 do not need to be reminded of the sunless summer 

 for which it had such an ill reputation ; and as a natural 

 consequence of that sunless summer and consequent late 

 harvest, September was well advanced before the Bramham 

 Moor took the field. They had a short, but fairly prosperous 

 cub-hunting season. At the latter end of it Lord Palmerston 

 was a guest of Mr. Fox's, and would, he said, dearly have 

 liked a gallop, but he was obliged to go to London. The 

 regular season commenced on Monday, November 5th, when 

 they had a fair day's sport from Spacey Houses, the cream 

 of the clay being a very pretty forty minutes from Bathing- 

 House Whin to ground between Beckwithshaw and Rigton 

 Moor. On Friday following, when they met at Thorparch, 

 they foimd a fox in some standing oats, — sufficient proof of 

 the lateness of the season. Frost came early. On the 17th 

 hounds' feet were cut with it, and two days later they were 

 confined to the kennel. They were at work again in a couple 

 of days ; and then one good run followed another, till frost 

 put an end to hunting for upwards of a month. Nearly every 

 day is worthy of record, but I have only space for a couple 

 of these grand December runs. 



'December 1. St. Harewood Bridge. Found in Swindon Wood ; 

 ' hunted him very prettily to Almscliff, and killed. Fifty 

 'minutes. Found in Rougemont Carr; did not get well 

 ' away with him, held on to Swindon Wood, away to 

 ' Walton Head, hung in covert for some time, ran fast very 

 ' nearly to Kirkby Overblow, back across part of the 

 ' Haggs, skirted Spacey House Whin, along the back of 

 ' Pannal to Harlow Carr. The hounds unfortunately 

 ' divided in a cjuarry above Pannal, and did not catch the 

 ' leading hounds till we got to Harlow Carr, Hunted 





