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on tiie river Rede — " the river " refered to in the letter — and 

 " Uncle Hunter " is the late Mr. Hunter Allgood, of Nun- 

 wick, who was Master after Major Bell retired. Unfortun- 

 ately, Mr. Robson's correspondent cannot remember the date 

 of this run, but adds in her covering letter that an earlier Mr. 

 Allgood, presumably the father of Mr. Hunter Allgood, and 

 the Rev. James Allgood (His Reverence), used to ask the Hay- 

 don or the Slaley hounds to draw his covert every year, and 

 the Rev. Mr. Allgood remembered a good hunt from 

 Countess Park to St. Oswald's, where they clashed 

 with Sir Matthew White Ridley's hounds. Whether this 

 particular hunt was achieved by the Haydon or the Slaley 

 is not stated, but the point is a long one, for St. Oswald's is 

 on the military road, and not more than two or three miles 

 from the Tynedale kennels at Stagshaw Bank. The elder Mr. 

 Allgood used also to ask Mr. James, of Otterburn, and his 

 hounds in the holidays, and mention is made of a fine run 

 which ended at Canon Bird's plantation (believed to have 

 been since cut down). 



" Newton, Bellingham, July 27th, 1916. 

 " Shotley, Dear Sir, — In your interesting article on 

 hunting you made one mistake when you say I joined the 

 Hareshaw run. I was there at the meet., and was in it all the 

 way. Hounds ran fairly fast to Fourlaws, when there was a 

 check, and afterwards it was slow hunting across the Rede 

 Valley till the fox jumped up in some rough heather in Hare- 

 shaw, and the delight of Cornish when his hounds knocked 

 the fox over was a treat to witness. It was a little vixen fox 

 which must have been the original one, as hounds never entered 

 a covert. The best run I ever had with the Tynedale, though 

 it had no point, was from Nunwick, when we had killed two 

 foxes with the Border, and, finishing near Wark, sent hounds 

 home and joined the Tynedale. The pace was very fasti; in 

 fact, hounds were never once touched. Sewingshields was his 

 point, but, leaving it on the righti, he ran alongside the 

 military road to Teppermuir, when he turned north by Hathe- 

 ridge to Haughton, then up the river past Nunwick and 

 Parkend to Wark, and about a mile up the river, where he was 

 killed. Cornish was a very proud man, as every hound was 

 up. Tired and dead horses were left at every farm from Tepper- 



