iTo James Howie, 



Kilmarnock, Scotland. 



"Talhj ho! Sec the pack hotc Ihcif flij to his cry, 

 A crash throin/li the i^oodland resounds. 

 The farmer's 'vicrc halloa' goes up to the sky. 

 He marks the good fox with a icink of his eye. 

 And a smile for the clustering hounds." 



Poems in Pink, 



XXIV 



FOX HUNTING IN SCOTLAND 



A DAY WITH F.VBMER MCDOUGAL — A BIT OF SCOTCH HUMOUR — 



AVEE MCDOUGAL — A FEAV SCOTCH STORIES TOO LATE FOR 



THE :\IEET — THE RACE OF HIS LIFE — BONNIE SCOTLAND 

 FOREA-ER. 



BONNIE SCOTLAND— who has ever been to Scotland, 

 and does not love it, and not only the country but the 

 Scotch people? 



Rural England is one of the most beautiful countries in 

 the world, but there is sometliing about Scotland, that the 

 writer likes even better. It might be hard to define what it is, 

 perhaps it is the brown purple moor, the brawling burns, or 

 because it is less artificial and more as nature finished and fur- 

 nished it. 



It has been the writer's good fortune to visit Scotland many 

 times during the last fifteen years. The countn,', the scenery, 

 the climate and the people seem to suit him and fit him as if 

 it were his own native land. 



