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SPLENDID SPORT WITH THE LANARKSHIRE 

 AND RENFREWSHIRE FOX-HOUNDS. 



On account of the unexampled severity of the weather, 

 I am sorry I have not been able to report anything worth 

 recording in the Herald of the above celebrated Scotch 

 pack. What with rain and wind, hounds have hardly been 

 able to hunt at all. However, the runs of the following three 

 days amply make up for the previous scarcity of sport : — 



Thursday, 7th. — Met at Hawkhead south gate, the Meet 

 having been put off from Tuesday on account of the funeral 

 of Captain Speirs, M.P. for the county, whose death — cut off 

 in the prime of life — is lamented by all classes; a keen 

 sportsman in every sense of the word, a first-rate preserver of 

 foxes, and a popular country gentleman. Squires trotted 

 direct up towards Waukmill Glen, where, in the new gorse, 

 they found at once. He broke to the left up through 

 Patterton round covert, over the Stewarton Road, through the 

 Rouken, passing Eastwood to the left, on to ground in Lady 

 Mary's Wood, trotted back to the Rouken, and came on what 

 Colonel Buchanan thought was a run fox, as the hounds 

 caught him at once. They then made a move up the country 

 to Glanderston Gorse, the shooting around which is leased by 

 the popular Secretary of the Hunt and keen sportsman, Mr. J. 

 Morrison, where, the momentthe hounds were thrown in, no 

 less than two brace of foxes were afoot, one of which gave 

 them a good ring round the rocks to ground, near Waukmill 

 Glen. 



Saturday, 9th. — Met at Barrochan, where, much to the 

 disappointment of Mr. Hinshaw and his keeper, Scott, the 

 home coverts were drawn blank. This, however, was not to be 

 wondered at, as the lie is very bare, and from the stormy 

 state of the weather, the foxes are mostly in the low country, 

 where there is much better covert. There were two litters 

 here, and no doubt exists that Mr. Hinshaw is one of the 



