Here is another good hunt on the hills: One Friday in November, 1896, the Coniston hounds met near Stock Ghyll Force, Ambleside, to try for a fox that had been doing mischief near Strawberry Bank. A drag was soon found, which led into Skelgill Wood, from whence hounds went away on a strong line. The course taken was over the shoulder of Wansfell, down past the Old Grove, and away up the valley towards the "Highest House;" but before reaching this point the fox swung to the left, crossed the Kirkstone road, and went over the highest point of the Red Screes. Thence he made down to Cayston, where he ran completely round the head of Scandale on the wall, a manoeuvre by which he got rid of his pursuers for some time. But the huntsman and others, coming up, hounds were cast forward to High Pike, where he was again unkennelled among the crags. Making at once for the highest point, he crossed close to the "stone man" on the top, and then sinking the hill went down into the Vale of Rydal. The day was now growing cold and stormy, and scent was not good, but hounds persevered at a fair pace, driving him through Hart Crag on to the top of Fairfield. Here a bitter gale was blowing, and bringing up a thick mist. There was neither seeing nor hearing, and all the followers of the hunt could do was to collect all the stragglers they could, and set their faces towards home. Meanwhile some eight or nine hounds drove their fox away on to Helvellyn, and late in the afternoon they were heard coming down into Wythburn. Here they crossed the road close to their game, and in a short time recrossed it, climbing again a little way up Helvellyn. After a somewhat long check they were heard, for it was now too dark to see, running very hard; and then all was still. A search, with the aid of lanterns, for the fox proved fruitless, but hounds were got together, and kindly put up by the landlord of the Nag's Head at Wythburn, the well-known hostelry close to the foot of Helvellyn. There have no doubt been longer runs than this, but few higher, as hounds went over the very tops of Red Screes, High Pike, and Fairfield, and were not very far from the summit of the mighty Helvellyn.

Other more fashionable packs have had extraordinary chases in their day, over a flatter country, and where hounds were going hard and fast the whole of the time. The Duke of Cleveland's run near Borough Bridge in 1738, which lasted from a quarter to eight in the morning until ten minutes to six in the evening, deserves to be a record. Other runs of almost equal duration are still talked about, but with a good country, fast hounds, and bustling the latter on by hard riding, to say nothing of the late hour of meets, hunting runs are not of such a lengthy duration as they were years ago. Mr. Vyner tells us of one with his hounds, in which the first eleven miles were covered over pretty rough ground in about fifty-three minutes, which must be taken as something quite extraordinary, when fences and one thing and another are taken into consideration. Such a run in the open cannot be placed side by side with the "trail" hunt of Colonel Thornton and others, to which allusion is made later on.

In the days of our great-grandfathers hounds met at eight o'clock in the morning; now, excepting in cubbing time, and, in a few exceptional countries, the hour of noon has been reached ere huntsmen and hounds appear on the scene. We have a luxury in our modern sport - not to its improvement - that our ancestors could never have even dreamt of.

There is a tale of a Northumberland hound, descended from Colonel Thornton's Lounger, by reason of his excellence called the Conqueror, that ran a fox single-handed for eighteen miles, and killed him in the end. A doubtful story rather. Another hound of the gallant colonel's had been running riot in covert, and on making her way out, evidently on a strong scent, the whip gave her a cut with his crop, which unfortunately struck out her eye, which lay on the cheek. This did not stop the plucky bitch, for, with her nose to the ground and hackles up, she raced along the line, and in the end was first in at the fox's death, though in the latter part of the run the pack had got on terms with her. Thus she did not kill single-handed, as the story is so often told.

In 1887, Comrade, a well known hound for "trail hunting," was with her owner, Mr. J. Irving, Forest Hall, Westmorland, in an allotment adjoining his house. A fox jumped up in front of them, and, although the going was rough and hilly, and three inches of snow lay on the ground, the bitch never lost sight, and after a grand course of more than a mile, pulled her quarry down in gallant style. A fine healthy fox, too, he was. This "trail hunting' is a favourite diversion in the north of England, and special strains of lightly-built foxhounds are used for the purpose. The line is generally run over an uneven country, and may extend for any distance between four and a dozen miles. Hounds are started from the same place, and the one coining in first, having completed the course, which was laid with fox's entrails, bedding, or some other strong scenting matter, wins the prize. A good hound will usually occupy less than three minutes in covering a mile. At a gathering in Rydal Park, Westmorland, in 1895, where most of the best hounds in the country competed, the course of about nine miles, over rough ground, mostly on the hills, was covered by the leading hound in forty-five minutes. At Newby Bridge, at the foot of Windermere, in 1896, at a trail promoted by Mr. Newby Wilson, a course of ten miles was run in a little over thirty minutes, though, in mentioning these records of hound pace, it must not be forgotten that the distance is not always exactly measured, nor are the times so carefully taken as is the case in foot and bicycle racing. These hounds run almost or quite mute.

The match at Newmarket, in 1792, between Mr. Meynell and Mr. Smith Barry, was perhaps the first means taken to ascertain the pace of foxhounds, though almost a hundred years earlier hunting had been followed. Blue Cap and Wanton, who came in first and second, ran the course of about four miles on Newmarket Heath in a few seconds over eight minutes, but these hounds had been specially trained for the purpose. However, Colonel Thornton's celebrated hound Merkin, whose portrait appears in Daniel's "Rural Sports," ran a heat of four miles, which she completed in seven and a half minutes. She was afterwards sold for four hogsheads of claret and a couple of her whelps when she was bred from. In comparing the time of this race with that in Rydal Park, the difference of the courses must be taken into consideration, and it is extremely likely that Merkin would have cut her feet to pieces and been placed hors de combat had she run over the hills and rocks surrounding Rydal Hall. Trail hunting is a common amusement in the north, and good hounds for the purpose are of great value. About four years ago there died a noted trail hound named Mounter, a Lancashire dog, who during his career had won ninety-seven first prizes at such meetings, many of them of considerable value. At the present time trail hunting is gaining in popularity in the north of England, where it is encouraged by the squires and others, who in many cases keep crack hounds of their own, and in others subscribe handsomely for the prizes which are offered periodically. One of the features at Grasmere (Westmorland) sports, usually held in August, is the trail hunt, and early in the season one of equal note is held during Cartmel (Lancashire) races, and affords more pleasure to the natives than do the galloping horses.