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night was impossible, and as the bags did not arrive until 

 late in the evening we had to dine in hunting clothes. We 

 were lucky enough to find the latie John Waldy and another 

 sportsman, whose name I forget, at the hotel, and lucky also 

 to find some old port in fine condition, and the result was that 

 after dinner we arranged to have a day with the Bedale on 

 the morrow, the man who then had the King's Head yard 

 being a letter of hack hunters. Of this Bedale day I have 

 no recollection, except that the meet was at Kipling Cot©g, 

 and that my horse slipped into a very wet drain, but on the 

 Saturday morning we took thei Zetland meet on our way 

 home, ridiug the Thursday horses, but had no particular 

 sport. 



This Greta Bridge hunt, especially the latter part, from 

 S;dbury to the end, was a very fine one, and a good many 

 who had missed the earlier hunting about Rokeby joined in, 

 but no great number lasted to the end, though I remember 

 that Mr. E. R. Whitwell and Mr. J. B. (now Sir James) 

 Dale were there, and about eight or ten others. Another 

 Zetland hunt which stands out in my memory took place 

 about sixteen years ago. I do not remember the exact date, 

 nor where the meet was — possibly Halnaby — but after some 

 quiet sport hounds found at Straggleton Gate, and ran west 

 towards Uckerby. I had a good start, and was being well 

 carried, but after going for a quarter of an hour or so I saw 

 that, practically, all the field had disappeared, and I did not 

 understand iti, for hounds were going on ahead, over a, big 

 grass inolosure, and Champion was close to them. Then I 

 saw Champion dodge off on the left to a. gate which went 

 under the Richmond railway — hereabouts the /boundary 

 between the Zetland and Bedale countries — and heard him 

 shout, but I could not hear what he said. There had been 

 a good deal of rain during the previous week, and a certain 

 amount of flood wateir was standing out in the fields. I had 

 been through some, and now there was a patch of water, 

 about twenty yards wide, right in front. Hounds splashed 

 through, and I pulled up toi a trot, went a few paces into 

 the water, when down went, my horse, throwing me well over 

 his shoulder. I fell into about six inches of water, and was 

 wet through on one side only, and as the horse got up on 



