hundred," says Squires; "have at him, my beauties!" and 

 immediately the Colonel's "view hollo" was heard, "Hoick 

 forrard, away!" and then 



" Such a noise arose 

 As the shrouds make at sea in a stiff tempest, 

 A.S loud and to as many tunes. " 



Away they went, as fast a pack of hounds as any in Scot- 

 land — a number of riders finding them a great deal too fast — 

 down over the road and round by the Finlayston side of 

 Knockmountain. Coming back through the above-named 

 covert, he went down the hollow, leaving the strips to the 

 right, and crossed the Dargavel Burn, Here a nasty bit of 

 bog stopped a lot of them, as the hounds were racing. Going 

 up the hill his line then lay by Muirtown, and on into Elphin- 

 stone. In a few seconds on swept the musical pack, realizing 

 Somerville's beautiful description : — 



"Hark! from yon covert, where those towering oaks 

 Above the humble copse aspiring rise, 

 What glorious triumphs burst in every gale 

 Upon our ravished ears ? The hunter's shout, 

 The clanging horns swell their sweet winding notes, 

 The pack, wide opening, load the trembling air 

 With various melody ; from tree to tree 

 The propagated cry redoubling bounds. 

 And winged zephyrs waft the floating joy 

 Through all the regions near, 

 The puzzling pack unravel, wile by wile. 

 Maze within maze." 



Going through Lawfield Gorse, the fox ran over High 

 Barlogan, skirting West Barlogan, and leaving the Scarth to 

 the left, crossed the railway, pointing for Duchal. Going over 

 the Gryffe, he then swung round to the left, and was run to 

 ground at Carruth. Time, forty-five minutes, with only one 

 check at Knockmountain. The pace was tremendous, and 

 only those who got well over the bog were near the hounds, 

 till they caught them at Elphinstone. The gallant Master 

 getting away well, there is no doubt had the best of it all 

 through. Mr. Wallace, dentist, was not far off him ; and old 



