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answer ; but there are the breeches any day to be seen, and the Captain 

 assured us he considered them good for at least ten years to come. 



The fixture for this day was Dunlugas : found immediately in Mr. 

 Leslie's new cover ; ran very hard down it with a burning scent ; the 

 fox turned short back on his foil; could not stand it, and died. We 

 were here reminded of the run in the Quarterly Review. " Do you 

 hear a whimper?" said I, to Lord Kintore, *' like the voice of a dog in 

 a dreamt It was just this ; it was scarcely audible, but in a second or 

 two, the same hound challenged and the fox was found. How well 

 would it be if man were to use such caution — not to throw his tongue 

 until he is sure he is going to speak truth. 



We found a second fox in Burchas-wood. After a ring round the 

 cover he went gallantly away, and up to a moss — say fifteen minutes 

 — nothing could be finer. Over the moss beautiful to behold ; but no 

 getting near enough to hear their music. Went slap through the moss, 

 however, to Pladie-wood, where he hung a little, and then faced the 

 open again ; but his heart failed ; he headed short back and died. 

 Twenty-seven minutes in all. Lord Kintore got an ugly fall at a brook, 

 but being himself landed, he was up again in a crack, and with 'em 

 before they got out of the same field. 



Taking a peep into his lordship's hunting book, I was pleased with the 

 following passage in the record of this day. " Nimrod out, who rode 

 parallel with me, with his keen sharp eye on the hounds, apparently 

 awake to every turn, and his soul in it,^' Then again: "Barclay 

 ploughing away, and the promising young one (Dingwall) riding also to 



