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perfectly made hunter, called Duncan, sent to cover for me by Captain 

 Peter Hay of Mugdrum, but who, unfortunately, went home after we 

 had killed the second fox. 



The mention of this second fox reminds me of a circumstance that 

 redounds to Walker's credit. Just before he died, he was viewed by a 

 farmer, who gave a slight holloa, but not of that nature likely to be un- 

 derstood by hounds. '* No holloaing," cried Walker, (I was close to 

 him at the moment,) *' if they can't kill him without that, let him live." 

 Observe — capping for the men is allowed with the Fife hounds; and 

 it was now getting late in the day for the chance of finding another fox. 



The master of fox-hounds of whom 1 have spoken as having been in 

 the field on this day, was Mr. Dalyell, then at the head of the Forfar- 

 shire hounds, but now, as your readers know, of the Puckeridge, in every 

 respect a worthy successor of the much lamented Mr. Hanbury. Mr. 

 Dalyell was on a visit to his brother-in-law, Sir Ralph Anstruther, 

 (whose sister he married,) and having been previously introduced to his 

 character as a sportsman and a gentleman, I was gratified at being made 

 known to him personally. 



But I must hark back to the captain, as this was the first and last time 

 of my seeing him. Of the captain's oratorical exhibitions on the hust- 

 ings, some excellent anecdotes are '* afloat," as he himself would say. 

 Having gone to sea at the age of eleven years, when he could but just 

 write his name, and having received no other education than that which 

 he got on board a man of war — no great shakes, I believe, in those days 

 —the flowers of oratory were, he said, (in a speech at Cupar,) not to be 

 expected from him. Yet there is a language which, like the poet's 



