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went right over the old covert and down across the road 

 nearly to Castlehill Farm, where a check took place. Squires 

 cast them forward, when they picked it up again and ran 

 down into Finlayston and lost. It is a singular thing how 

 often a fox is lost here; but there may be ''reasons," as there 

 are capital breeding earths here, and it is getting late in the 

 season, 



Tuesday, 28th (Hawkhead). — A lawn meet, where Lord 

 Glasgow, with his usual kindness, although not himself pre- 

 sent, provided a most rechercM hunt breakfast for all comers, 

 and an invitation, if anywhere near about luncheon time, to 

 pop in again. Found a brace of foxes in Crookston Wood, 

 one of which, after running up to the top of the covert, was 

 headed by the gentleman on the ride, turned back, and broke 

 at the bottom end. Leaving the burn to the right, he went 

 on to the Barrhead Road; but being headed here, turned to 

 the right into Hawkhead, round the back of the stables, and 

 over the Park wall. Unfortunately, the small wooden gate 

 between the two policy gates was locked, and Squires had to 

 take his hounds round, which must have given the fox at least 

 ten minutes' start. However, Squires, by a judicious cast got 

 on his line again, and they went away, leaving Logansraes to 

 the left, over the Paisley Road, very nearly to Glenfield, as if his 

 point was Gleniffer. Changing his mind, however, he then went 

 straight up the hill, over a fine grass country, to the Duchielaw 

 new covert, and then on to Capellie Plantation, generally called 

 the Game Wood. Here he must have waited for the hounds, 

 being rather beat, as when he broke on the south side they 

 went away a burster, and, turning down the road to the rail- 

 way, went up the hill, and was killed in the open, near 

 Shelford Toll. Time, one hour twenty-five minutes. Although 

 not a racing pace, this was a very fine hunting run, and very 

 nearly straight. With the exception of one young hound, 

 every hound was up at the death. 



The brush was presented to Mr. John Hamilton, of Green- 

 bank, an old member of the Hunt, who used to keep a capital 

 pack of harriers in the Mearns country. 



