There were many terriers trapped over the years in borrans, quarry tips, etc. Many were recovered, a few were not. During the course of these 'rescues' thousands of tons of stone and earth were moved by men working sometimes high up the fell in all weather conditions. I have included Badger and Butcher because of the length of time they were trapped. This song, written by Mr and Mrs W Curry, relates to the two trapped terriers and is still sung today.

Badger and Butcher

'Twas early spring in '48 and hounds were running strong,
The rugged hills o'er Kirkstone Pass
Re-echoed with their song.
Well Reynard knew the fate in store
In vain he doubled back,
No trick he knew could avail
'Gainst that famed Ullswater pack.

But fate that guards o'er man and beast
Came to succour him.
A cleft stood open in the rocks and Reynard dashed within
But once again did fortune frown.
Death followed in his wake,
For Butcher and Badger they were there
To put his life at stake.

What happened then is only guess.
No man will ever know
But the sun went down and darkness fell
With the terriers still below.
For fourteen days and fourteen nights.
The Dalesman fought the fell
With dynamite and crowbar and words unprintable.

Mid snow and ice with frost and gale,
They worked, they sweat, they swore.
They turned the inside from that fell
A thousand tons or more
And when it seemed all hope had gone
And fourteen days had passed
There seemed no life in that prison grim
And it seemed no life could last.

With crumbling rocks on either side
A final effort made
And Butcher crawled into the light
Alive and undismayed
But Badger paid the price in full,
A price all brave hearts scorn.
So here's a toast from Dalesmen all,
'Good hunting where he's gone'.