WITH LORD DRUMLANRIG'S 281 



nearer thirty, than five and twenty miles. As to the 

 nature of the ground, it was perfection for hounds ; 

 heather, and green grassy hills ; with the exception of 

 the Camp Cleuch, there was little or no steep ground 

 gone over. Had this run taken place in the month of 

 March, when the moors are dry, no true lover of a wild, 

 real fox-hunting run need, with a thorough-bred horse, 

 have desired, even for mere riding's sake, a greater 

 treat ; as it was, the recent rain had made the hills very 

 sticky. And now, Mr. Editor, farewell. I have en- 

 deavoured to do full credit to the memory and to the 

 stout heart of this most extraordinary fox ; his equals 

 have, I venture to submit, been rarely known. Floreat 

 scientia — esto perpetua. 



Drumlanrig." 



Glen Stuart, Monday. 



