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hollow, supposed to be a vixen. Found again in Lawfield 

 Gorse, and ran with a catching scent round by Ennely towards 

 the Scarth, and on to Botherwick Field, where they lost him. 

 Drew the Wreas, Muirtown, and Elphinstone blank, but there 

 seemed to be a slight " drag," as the hounds feathered every 

 now and then, as if a fox had gone away before them; how- 

 ever, they made nothing of it. Went back to Corslie Gorse, 

 on the Barrochan estate, where, it is needless to say, Scott has 

 always a fox, and of course he was at home. The fox broke 

 at the top end, and went up towards Muirtown; leaving this 

 covert on the left, he then bent away down over the Dargavel 

 Burn, and up over Barscube Hill. Some of those who had 

 been racing "jealous " pretty well pumped. In going down 

 on the other side, Mr. Wallace, the sporting Glasgow dentist, 

 who seems to lead a charmed life with hounds (although, I 

 must say, always riding good cattle), jumped a wall with a 

 wire along the top, stumped the field, and had it all to himself 

 down to Westferry. After crossing Barscube, the line lay past 

 Gleddock. Not hanging in the Ferry Wood, this gallant fox 

 went straight on to Castle Hill, and leaving Drums to the 

 right, went down the hollow over a magnificent bit of country, 

 and was run to ground in a drain at Dargavel; time, fifty 

 minutes, without a check. Those who were in the cream of 

 it were — Col. Buchanan, up to Barscube, Messrs. D. Kippen, 

 Watson, P. White, Wilson, Hunter, Smith, W. S. Stuart, yr. 

 of Castlemilk, J. Hill, George Kidston, A. Crum, and a well- 

 known old sportsman. A ludicrous incident happened to Mr. 

 Watson's hunter on the way back. The horse, being taken 

 suddenly with an attack of the megrims, lay down, and made 

 vigorous efforts to depart this life; so much so, that Mr. Watson 

 walked home, and sent his servant down to report progress. 

 The servant returned and said the horse was " defunct," and 

 the only thing that was wanted was a knacker cart ! 

 However, during diuner a messeoger came up, and reported 

 the horse had come to life again; and after being judiciously 

 treated by young Mr. Cockburn, V.S., is now, I am happy to 

 say, all right. 



