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hemmel " happened to be empty, and the fanner had shut 

 hounds in, and when we got there he explained that " They 

 had fair rived the place down in the night." They had done 

 no harm, but they had not been fed, and had no doubt made 

 a terrible din, and it had never struck the farmer what was 

 wrong. After some investigation we found part of the brush 

 and part of the mask and other slight remains of a fox, but 

 practically all the bones as well as the flesh and fur had been 

 devoured. Mr. Greenwell, when his health became indifferent, 

 sold his harriers to the late Lord Lonsdale (brother of the 

 present peer), and they were located at or near Penrith for 

 the use of the tenants on the Lowther estate. 



After Mr. John Greenwell disposed of his harriers, hare hunt- 

 ing at Broomshields was by no means at an end. The Durham 

 Beagles, of which Mr. Creighton Foster was Master in the 

 early 'eighties, and the Darlington Foot Harriers, under the 

 control of Mr. T. Watson, were very frequent visitors over a 

 period of several seasons. Creighton Foster was, like Mr. 

 Vasey, of Wolsingham, quite a " character," and there was 

 a certain amount of festivity mixed up with his hunting, nor 

 did he appear to care much what sort of sport he showed 

 so long as he ran a hare or two and killed an occasional one. 

 He wa-s, in fact, very keen in the forenoon, but he was not a 

 young man, and when he became tired he would hand his 

 horn to anyone of his field who would take it, and, finding a 

 coign of 'vantage on high ground, watch the proceedings from 

 afar. At such times one naturally wanted to be with hounds, 

 but those who stayed near the Master were entertained by 

 his curious comments on the hunting which was taking place, 

 bv a wonderful flow of chaff, bestowed on whoever might be 

 near, and by a string of stories concerning the sport of the 

 district. Creighton was an ardent foxhunter, and had been 

 a hard man to hounds, but he was well beyond middle age 

 when hfj became a " currant jelly " huntsman, and had lost 

 his keenness. Still he got to hounds pretty quickly when they 

 killed, and it was hardly fair to say of him — as it was said 

 at the time — that he hunted the luncheon cart all the fore- 

 noon, and the Broomshields saddle room afterwards. This 

 saddle room, by the way, was for some years a sort of sporting 

 club for the district, and on hunting days many were enter- 



