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of foxes were on foot; one broke on the south side of the 

 covert, with eight couple of hounds, in the direction of 

 Glanderston, and could not be stopped. Harrison, Mr. R, 

 Armour (on Jack Fleming's old horse, Sandy), Mr. J. Barclay, 

 Archy Chalmers, a beginner then (but who has since gone 

 well), and myself, being on that side, went away with them. 

 The rest of the hounds, with the Colonel, were running a fox 

 in the glen. We took our fox on leaving Glanderston and 

 the Pad to the left, over the Kilmarnock road (here Mr. 

 Barclay stopped, having cut his horse), down the boggy 

 hollow, leaving Knockinae to the left on to Uplaw Muir. He 

 then turned and came back very nearly the same line, and 

 we killed him in the open near the farm-house on the north 

 side of the water below the Pad. While we were breaking 

 up our fox, on looking up to the top of the Pad, who should we 

 see but Colonel Buchanan breaking up his fox, which he had 

 brought up from Glanderston ! the two who'hoops making 

 the welkin ring, and fetching shrill echoes from the hollow 

 earth. This was a very curious incident. We used to have 

 very fair sport in the Carnwath district, when Jack Fleming 

 and the Honourable Mr. Sandilands hunted that part of the 

 county of Lanark with the Linlithgow and Stirlingshire 

 hounds. Both these gentlemen were always very obliging, 

 making handy Meets for the Glasgow division on certain 

 days in the year which shall be nameless! Many a good 

 tumbler we have had at old Ritchie's inn before going home. 

 There was also a buxom -looking widow, who kept an hotel 

 there, who received a good deal of attention from the gay 

 lotharios. One run is worth recording, as being the last old 

 Aird ever rode in. 



Stonebyres was a favourite Meet, and on this occasion a 

 good fox broke to the south side, and they killed him in the 

 open near Lesmahagow. Just as the hounds were running 

 into their fox, Mr. James Merry and Mr. Aird were riding 

 for the brush, but Aird by a judicious nick was up first, got 

 the brush, and presented it to Willie Wilson, who hunted in 

 those days. When Aird got home he did not feel very well. 



