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lungs fill, is to ask to be helped on again. " John o' 

 the Bedale," and nearly every other Yorkshire master, 

 are on the back benches ; but we miss the form of Mr. 

 Foljambe, in his green coat, leaning on Mr. Parry of 

 the Puckeridge, and of Captain Percy Williams. Jack 

 Parker of the Sinnington, the very Zekiel Homespun 

 of huntsmen, is not there to tell of the feats of his 

 trencher-fed dogs ; and that Tommiad of fox-hunting 

 centaurs, Tom Smith, Tom Hodgson — with his big 

 white hat and bigger white cravat — and Tom Sebright, 

 are all in their graves. There are twenty-six couple 

 in the entered hound classes, and Lord Kesteven wins 

 them both. His lordship's have quality for ever ; 

 but they are too full of flesh. Still, with Foreman 

 and Primate to help in one class, and Artful, Rally, 

 and Stately in the other, they have it una voce. 

 Four of Stately's stock come with her, and one of 

 them, Seaman, who won at Thirsk the year before, is 

 among the winning lot. Yarborough Nelson — a use- 

 ful, bony dog, but rather lacking fashion in his neck 

 and colour, and still holding the line as well as ever in 

 his ninth season — wins the Stallion Hound Prize. 



The rain, which has prophesied of itself through 

 divers thunderpeals, comes at last, rolling up the 

 valley of the Wharfe before we are half done ; and 

 the huntsmen cage themselves up with their hounds 

 till this happy harbinger of cub-hunting and drought- 

 deliverance passes briskly by. There is a tent spread 

 with dinner for the huntsmen when all is over, but 

 nothing can tempt old Will Danby under canvas ; 

 either he thinks that he will be required to make an 

 oration or to drink something, so he stoutly refuses to 

 enter, and marches about in front of the cages, with a 

 first-whip's wife, keeping the hounds in order. They 

 are quiet enough till the Tallyhos begin in the tent 

 after Mr. Fox's speech, and then they send up an 

 answering cheer. Some simple-minded visitors don't 

 understand these sounds. At York, we met two 



