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the huntsman that he had seen a fox come up from the Raise 

 into the covert, and he proved to be correct, as the moment 

 they were thrown in a fox broke towards Trees ; the hounds 

 flashed out to the north-east, but, swinging back, picked it up, 

 and went away, leaving Trees to the left, down past West 

 Arthurlie, round the bottom of the hill, passing Mains and 

 Killoch; he then turned straight up the hill, as if his point was 

 the Kippielaw, but did not go into the wood. Here some over- 

 zealous riders went on along the road to the left, and, as the 

 scent was rather catching, caused the hounds to swing too 

 far to the south; but old Squires, by a judicious cast, hit it 

 off to the west side of the Duchielaw, and away they raced, 

 inclining rather towards Hawkhead. At a rather nasty boggy 

 wall a member of the Hunt got a nasty fall, pitching on to his 

 head in a bog, and came up, as poor Tom Oliver used to say, 

 looking seven ways for Sunday. A slight check took place at 

 a small water-course, but they got on his line to the left at 

 once, and went away at a rattling pace for Gleniffer, near 

 which wood the gallant Master got a nasty purl, his horse 

 putting his foot in a rabbit hole, rolled clean over, but beyond 

 a severe shaking, no harm was done. The fox here went 

 down to the bottom of the covert, and broke at the Glasgow 

 side, where a gentleman in a black coat, having had the luck 

 to go down the hill, was seen sailing away with them all by 

 himself. The hounds stuck to their fox here beautifully, 

 hunting him in a most patient manner, through a severe storm 

 of hail, down to Glenfield,and then straight up the hill to ground 

 in a drain near Barrhead — time, forty-five minutes, with 

 only one check to speak of. Up to Glenifier — which was the 

 cream of the thing — the most prominent men were .Colonel 

 Buchanan, Mr. Couper, on " Lottery ; " Mr. Hinshaw, on 

 " Bud worth ;" Mr. Addie, Mr. R Kidston, Old Squires, and a 

 very promising " young 'un," Mr. Dunlop, younger of Tollcross, 

 who rides well and forward. As the day was very stormy, a 

 number of sportsmen from Featherbedforshire had gone home 

 before the run, which was much to be regretted, as they lost 

 a very good thing. 



