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extraordinary climate it is impossible to know what change 

 of weather will take place in twelve hours. I went to bed on 

 Friday night, when it was pouring, and when I awoke next 

 morning I saw a boy sliding on the pavement, and " didn't I 

 hate that boy." However, the report was that it " would do," 

 and down we went to the Meet, luckily to witness one of the 

 greatest runs that has ever taken place in our country. Drew 

 the Torr blank, trotted away to the Bar Craig and found at 

 once; ran him up to the end of the covert, where, being 

 headed by a number of people on foot (who, in spite of 

 warning, will surround the coverts, and spoil their own sport), 

 he turned back underneath the rocks, and the "Druid" and 

 myself viewed him away with the hounds at his brush, and 

 not a soul near them — the field all being on the other side of 

 the wood. Although there was a sprinkling of snow on the 

 ground, scent was breast-high, and they raced him across the 

 boggy hollow up to the Torr Wood, going through which he 

 ran down by Torr House, then wheeled to the right and 

 crossed the Gryfe. Some of the field here got up, most of 

 whom went over the bridge round by the Bridge of Weir, a 

 few fording the river. The fox then went round the west 

 end of the Scarth and up towards West Barlogan (here the 

 field first got a view of the hounds far ahead); turning to the 

 right, he left Ennely to the left, and went on by Botherwick- 

 field down to Olives, which he did not enter, ran straight on 

 to Houston Wood. The only men who were up at Olives 

 were Squires, and Messrs. E. Collins, Holms, and J. Buchanan. 

 Crossing the road, they ran on to Craigends, where a good 

 deal of time was lost ringing the coverts; however, eventually 

 he broke back over the road, and going as straight as an arrow 

 through Houston Wood, up again he went, through the Olives 

 this time, and on by the Wreas and Elphinstone, over Ennely, 

 down to the Scarth. This gallant fox did not hang here, but 

 went right through the wood and down to the Gryfe, evidently 

 making for his old quarters. Most of the field again went 

 round by the road. A farmer having informed a well- 

 known member of the Hunt that the river was quite fordable, 



