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Tuesday, 17th. — Met at Gleniffer to finish the season in 

 Renfrewshire. Found a brace of foxes in the Fereneze Gorse, 

 and, after one or two very pretty rings round the hills, ran 

 both to ground in some old drains. Went on to the Game 

 Wood, and found at once. He broke at the south side, down 

 the hill, past Low Capellie Farm-house. (Just as the hounds 

 went away, an old and enthusiastic member of the Hunt got a 

 bad fall, breaking his collar bone.) The fox then turned 

 sharp up the hill, going straight as an arrow to Middleton 

 Wood. Squires, getting first over a boggy ditch in the hollow, 

 led with the hounds up to the top of the hill, where the most 

 of the field got up, and met the hounds streaming out of the 

 wood. He then raced away over the top of Corkindale Law, 

 inclining rather to the left down to Loch Libo, where this 

 gallant fox did not hang an instant, but went out at the 

 bottom end to Caldwell, the hounds racing for blood. Being 

 dead beat, he lay down in the new garden ; but jumping up 

 in view of the hounds, they raced him across the avenue, over 

 the Lugton Inn Road and back again, nearly down to the inn, 

 where they killed him. Time, thirty-eight minutes, without 

 the semblance of a check, and all grass; distance, seven miles. 

 This run was acknowledged by all those who had the good 

 luck to be in it as the best of the season, being as straight as 

 an arrow and all sound going, with no fences too big for either 

 hounds or horses. A word of praise is due to M'Pherson, Mr. 

 Graham's keeper, who admirably carries out his master's 

 views with regard to always having foxes in his fine grass 

 country. 



THE SPORTING RUN WITH THE LOTHIANS 

 FOX-HOUNDS. 



Last week a large number of redcoats, accompanied by a 

 sprinkling of the fair sex, assembled to meet the popular 

 Master of the above pack at Bangour House. Amongst those 



