FOXHUNTING IN THE EEEDWATEE 

 OOUNTEY. 



THE morning after the football match at Hors- 

 ley a joyous party of foxhunt ers met the Border 

 foxhounds on the heights of Catcleugh. We are 

 early afoot, and have a fine view of many a hill 

 and glen which of old was the haunt of the wolf 

 and red deer and the rugged retreat of the fierce 

 reebooter. Yonder come the hounds, and in 

 their wake are the mounted hunters, twelve in 

 number, among whom are the two Miss Eobson's 

 of Byrness, and Miss Dodd of the Learn, all three 

 ardent followers of the foxhunt on the mountains, 

 and true votaries of the goddess of the silver 

 bow. The hounds are cast around all the likely 

 ground for a drag but without success, till they 

 wind round the watershed between Coquet and 

 Heed, and on Thirlnioor the sweet notes of 

 the beauties proclaim that bold reynard has been 

 on the wander. We are out of the hunt, how- 

 ever, unless fortune favours us, as we are far in 

 the rear on Eaven Knowe, in company with T. 

 Eobson, a herd callant, and E. Oliver, a firm 



