went on to try and stop them. The Major, who had the 

 horn, stuck to his hunted hare, and ran her back down by 

 Darnley Toll, past the mill, and up over the hill, round again 

 by Darnley Mains to the Busby Road, where she made a 

 somersault into the road. The Major here cast forward, but 

 the hare had doubled behind him. They picked it up with 

 a catching scent, and ran over the old Barrhead Road, past 

 Leggatstone Farm-house, down to the Brock Water, Here a 

 well-known athlete, of the " Clydesdale Beagles," boldly went 

 at the flooded water, and, after a ducking, got well over. If 

 they had picked it up at once, he would have been the only 

 man with them, the rest of the field getting over by the 

 broken branch of a tree. There was a little slow hunting 

 afterwards, but as it was evident pussy had saved herself in 

 the Pollok Woods, and Peter turDing up with the rest of the 

 hounds, the Major tried again. In a ploughed field on the 

 north side of the old Darnley Toll Road another hare jumped 

 up, and they ran her straight as an arrow over the Busby 

 Road, and nearly on to Patterton, but a tremendous rain- • 

 storm coming on, the hounds were stopped. The first run 

 would be about an hour and a half, of course a good deal of 

 ringing; the second fifteen minutes. I never, in all my 

 experience of running with beagles, saw the country in such 

 a state, and the next time I go out I think I shall hire a 

 " boat." 



EXTRAORDINARY LONG RUN WITH THE LANARK- 

 SHIRE AND RENFREWSHIRE FOX-HOUNDS. 



" This bleak and frosty morning, 

 All thoughts of danger scorning, 

 Our spirits brightly fiow — 

 We're all in a glow, 

 Through the sparkling snow 

 While a-hunting we go, 



To the sound of the merry horn." 



Bridge of Weir, Saturday, January 17, 1874. — In thi.s 



