THE NORTH DURHAM COUNTRY. 27 



This way," and he rattled down a back street. At the end 

 of this street he tipped the guide and told him to shove off, 

 and, nipping into a stable yard, hustled us all into a pair- 

 horse waggonette which was standing all ready to start, and 

 in this we drove to the Cambridgeshire kennels, and spent the 

 afternoon (it was a summer term) in an inspection of the pack. 

 I left the next day, and when John Greenwell finally " came 

 down " he was not quite clear whether he had ever seen the 

 sights, except on the particular day I have mentioned. 



South and west of the Gladdow-Broomshields country there 

 are certain wide, open tracts of " white " land, which include 

 Hedley Hope Fell and Stanley Moss. Foxes lie out on the 

 Moss, and if found there must make a fair point ; but this par- 

 ticular country is bad from a riding point of view, for the hills 

 are ste«p and much of the ground very wet and only half 

 drained. There is, however, a fine gorse covert in the open 

 on Hedley Hope Common, which is known as Cuddy's Burn, 

 or Cuddy's Hills, but from which particular Cuddy the name 

 came I have never heard. Cuddy is short for Cuthbert in this 

 country, and also is a local word meaning a donkey. The name 

 Cuthbert is very common in the north, and Surtees, it will 

 be remembered, gave the name to one of his finest characters. 

 Cuddy Flintoff, in Ask Mamma. Not far from Hedley Hope 

 some years ago — but on the other side of the ridge of hills — 

 dwelt one Cuthbert Mawson, who was always known as 

 " Cuddy Mossum." This particular Cuddy was a rough-and- 

 ready foxhunter, keen as mustard, but though a vrealthy man 

 he turned out in deplorable style, and at times I have seen him 

 in an ordinary suit of clothes, with the trousers stuffed into an 

 old pair of top boots, which, he said, belonged at an earlier 

 period of their career to a postboy. His horse was always 

 badly groomed, and it was marveillous how his saddle anrl 

 bridle held together ; but he knew the country and the run of 

 the foxes, and occaisionally would turn up at the end of a long 

 hunt when very few were left. On one occasion during Mr. 

 Maynard's mastership hounds ran a fox from the Brancepeth 

 country to ground in a field drain not far from Crook. The 

 Master was very anxious to have the fox out, and as it was 

 late in the afternoon, and the place looked a simple one, he 

 decided to dig, and a couple of spades were quickly brought 



