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An' up rode four braw gentlemen 



A' ready for the chase, 

 There was Ramsay, Rait and Airhe's Earl, 



An' Lindsay's pleasant face. 



" Shame on ye, laggards," cried Rait, irate ; 



" Come forth, my merry men ! 

 Wad ye sit a' day by the ingle neuk, 



Nor hunt the Tod frae's den ? 



" The Guynd lies fresh and soft this morn, 



All open to the sea; 

 An' it be frost o'er hill and dale, 



It's no be frost wi' me ! 



" An' five-and-twenty Angus men 



Are ridin' at my back ; 

 Good men and true, o'er fence and field. 



But where — ah 1 where's the pack ? " 



An' up an' spak' our Master then : 



" O baud your tongues," quo' he ; 

 "Ye are na blate, that ride wi' Rait, 



An' speak sic words to me. 



" Now gang your ways, fair sirs," he said, 



" Ride canny o'er the braes ; 

 Ye's a' gang hame that hither came. 



An' hope for better days." 



A. A. G. G. 



When Colonel Babington was Master in 1864, 

 Painting got some hounds from the Cotswold 

 kennel. Among them was a light-coloured dog 

 called " Wiseman," rather oversized, high on his 

 legs, and not very good about his feet, capital 

 shoulders, a long neck, and rather a sharp nose. 

 He was capital in his work and very rough in his 

 temper. He did not much improve the Fife Hounds 

 in appearance. 



Colonel Gardyne when master was very anxious 

 to have a picture of him, and happening to mention 



