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scratched himself in under the stopping. In the meantime, 

 a fox was viewed away at the south side, and the hounds, 

 quickly getting on the line, ran him, leaving the Wreas on 

 the right, on to Ennely. Disdaining to enter the Scarth, he 

 kept to the right, over the Knapp's Muir, where it was 

 very nasty going, ran down over the Greenock Road, and, 

 going over the railway, crossed the Gryfe, and went on to a 

 young plantation on the side of the new Duchal avenue. 

 Yard by yard his enemies gained upon him, but still he 

 continued to do his best endeavours to escape. The refresh- 

 ing hope that an open earth was near revived his drooping 

 spirits, and fagged Reynard redoubled his exertion to gain 

 this haven of security. " You may try, and I like to see 

 you," said old Squires. " It's a brave heart that never flags 

 when misfortune's at the heels." (Some thought that the 

 fox here had run through a drain, but this was impossible, as 

 there was a grating at the other end). There is a high built 

 wall runs along here, and the fox, raising his brush, managed 

 to get over it. Many of the hounds fell backwards as they 

 jumped at it; but at last all got over, and they now swept up 

 the hill past the toll, and on by the keeper's house, to a small 

 spinney, when Squires' "Who'-hoop!" was carried far on the 

 breeze. It was poor Reynard's death-knell. Time, one hour 

 and a quarter, including the check at Botherwickfield. With 

 the exception of a bit of road at the finish, they went over a 

 very good country. Up to the drain, Mr. C. T. Couper, Mr. 

 Wallace, and Mr. George Coats were first up. Altogether, 

 this was one of the best hunting runs they have had this 

 year. I was rather amused with the cool way in which some 

 men, after going through a gate, slam it back in other sports- 

 men's faces. 



" Some riders there are, who, too jealous of place. 

 Will fling back a gate in their next ueighbour's face ; 

 Never pull up when a friend gets a fall ; 

 Some ride over friends, hounds, and horses and aU. 

 Such riders as these we good fellows condemn, 

 And I vow we'll ne'er drink a 'quaisitum' to them." 



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