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about the place except Mrs. Campbell, and I had to 

 feed the hounds and then do up the pony, and the 

 other men did not come in for some time. I was 

 pretty well tired and fell asleep directly after dinner. 

 I welted one of the hounds for running a hare, and he 

 would not come on with me and was left out all 

 night. Next day he came to the kennel while the 

 hounds were out, and finding none there, trotted on 

 to Callander and went on till he got to Doune. He 

 there lost his way and remained wild on the hill. 

 He would not let any one come near him. He did 

 no harm, killed no sheep as far as we could learn, 

 and at last was shot by one of Lord Moray's keepers. 

 Poor Jim Turnbull met with an awful death. He 

 and a companion were sailing in a small boat on the 

 Forth. At St. Colme the boat upset and they both 

 got on to a rock. The steamboat to Aberdour passed 

 near them and took no notice of their signals as they 

 thought they were people bathing. The tide was 

 rising and they were both drowned in front of Turn- 

 bull's house. 



