To James Howie, 



Kilmarnock, Scotland. 



"Tally ho! See the pack how they fly to his cry, 

 A crash through the woodland resounds. 

 The farniefs ''view halloa' goes up to the sky. 

 He 7iiarks the good fox with a wink of his eye. 

 And a smile for the clustering hounds.'" 



Poems in Pink. 



XXIV 

 FOX HUNTING IN SCOTLAND 



a day with farmer mcdougal a bit of scotch humour 



wee mcdougal a few scotch stories too late for 



the meet the race of his life bonnie scotland 



fore^'f:r. 



"DONNIE 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 something about Scotland, that the 

 writer hkes 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 country, the scenery, 

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

 it were liis own native land. 



