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Castlemilk country, but on this occasion he went in quite a 

 different direction, going away across the Cart, towards Busby. 

 The first whip, Mr. J, Hamilton of Greenbank, and Mr. CoUins 

 got well over, but a well-known member of the " Glasgow iron 

 ring," who followed, got into a hole (where I recollect seeing 

 John Harrison nearly drowned long ago), and was left for 

 drowned, the pace being too good to stop and pick him out; 

 however, I am glad to say he got up to the hounds afterwards. 

 The field all went round by the bridge at Lynn. The hounds 

 went at a slashing pace over the road, leaving Williamwood 

 to the right, on past Greenbank to ground at the Broom. 

 George, the first whip, was the only man with them. It is a 

 great pity the field did not " knick " in, as they went over a 

 fine line, with, strange to say, little wire. Went back to 

 Castlemilk, and had a very sharp burst up to Dechmont Hill, 

 where they lost him. A new and keen member of the Hunt, 

 mounted on the "Sard," went well in both runs; and I only 

 hope that, although not a hunting man before, he having now 

 tasted of the joys of the "noble science," will be keener than 

 ever. Hoping that, now the mild weather has set in, I may 

 have some good runs to chronicle in your pages, I can only 

 wind up with the following lines: — 



"The dream is o'er; what more is in the chase, 



'The love chase,' when all's o'er but a sweet dream ! 

 A dream in which the fancy goes her 2Mce; 



A. dream of tree, and field, and sunlit stream, 

 And gloomy hollows, where the fern decays, 



Yet makes the foxes' solitude. I seem 

 Lost in my vision. Off, light thoughts, begone ! 



'Tis but fox-hunting that I wi'ite upon. " 



LANARKSHIRE AND RENFREWSHIRE FOX- 

 HOUNDS. 



"Though scarlet in colour our clothing, 

 Our pinks may be tiuged in their hue, 

 The red cap of liberty loathing. 

 Each sportsman's at heart a true blue ; 



