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rode at him, and Jack Harris jumped a mill lade to get out 

 of his way. The place was shown for a long time, but 

 modern improvements have, I think, done away with it. Old 

 Kemp talks of a run which took place about this time from 

 Netherton braes, away through Calderwood and Earnock to 

 Avon banks, where they picked up their fox on the rocks 

 dead. Of course, in those days the country was not so woody 

 as it is now, but this must have been a slow hunting run. 

 The first run I had the pleasure of participating in with 

 these hounds was, I think, in 1850, over some of the same 

 country, but nothing like the length. We found on Netherton 

 braes, ran through Castlemilk, on down to Limekilns, and 

 killed just as he was going into Torrance. This was a capital 

 run, as at that time there was no wire, and all sound going. 

 I was riding an old gray I bought from Mr. Barclay, a capital 

 hand at refusing when he was not in " the humour," but on 

 this occasion, more by good luck than anything else, I got up 

 first, and saw the fox killed, passing Mr, C. T. Couper leading 

 his pony up the last hill, one of the best ponies I ever saw, 

 but this run was rather too much for him. I did not like to 

 claim the brush, being then a younker. The next two up 

 were Mr. W. Campbell, and Mr. Clark (house-factor, a veteran 

 sportsman), and an amusing scene now occurred. They both 

 jumped off their horses and claimed the brush, rather an 

 angry altercation taking place. Colonel Buchanan, who was 

 riding his celebrated steeple-chase horse, Alfred, but who 

 had come to grief in a boggy ditch, now got up and gave the 

 brush to Clark. I think he was riding the celebrated little 

 horse Reindeer. What a change there is now in this part of 

 the country. In former days we used to have capital sport 

 here, but now you can't ride a yard for wire. Old Mr. Forbes 

 of Callander came through sometimes to the Meet at Cart 

 Bridge, where it used to be in those days; a rare good un he 

 was to go on a horse Mr. Robert Armour afterwards bought, 

 and which he christened " Forby." On another occasion, 

 poor George Hope Johnston (as good a fellow as ever 

 lived, but the pace was too fast for him at the finisli), and 



