KEIR TO FIFE KENNELS. 



reared sixteen. Fertility runs in the sort, as she had 

 forty-one in three successive litters, and Trifle her 

 daughter died with sixteen. Syren was not so shy in 

 the field as she was at the Guisboro' Show. During 

 the season after her victory there, she came cantering 

 to meet Captain Thomson as he rode up to the meet 

 at Mount Melville, and happening to touch hi& 

 horse's hock with her nose, the white lashed out and 

 killed her on the spot. 



Once upon a time, hounds could always make a 

 fight over Fife, but now drains and guano tell their 

 tale only too surely. It is a good scenting country, but 

 four-fifths of it is on the plough. There is no hedge- 

 row timber, so that you see mischief before you, but 

 plenty of brooks and ravines, which require a man 

 to know the handy places, or disappear then and 

 there from the front. From east to west Cambo to 

 Shaw Park it can be very little short of sixty 

 miles, and there is a vast expanse between the Tay 

 and Forth from Queen's Ferry to Kilgraston. The 

 east, of which the best part is from Ceres eastward, is 

 mostly old pasture, and its farmers ride far harder 

 than the west country men. The foxes often run 

 along the sands, and then sit dow r n under ledges of 

 the rock, and the hounds work it out, feeling like 

 their rough-haired brethren, for the scent in the 

 waves, and speaking to it here and there on a 

 stone. Most of the covers are young plantations 

 with gorse, but they are getting very hollow at the 

 bottom. Kidd's Whin belongs to Captain Thomson, 



