no 



tried them, he disdained such an ignoble way of saving his 

 brush, and on he went crossing the Kilmarnock Road by 

 Cleuch Farm, to Eastwood Mains, where there was a short 

 check. The hounds soon hit it off again, and hunted him 

 slowly over the hill by Carrolside Farm, crossing both the old 

 Mearns and Eaglesham Koads, down to the Cart, which he 

 swam, a quarter of a mile above Busby Works. The pace 

 again improved here; passed the Dripps and Reel, crossing 

 the Kilbride Road and Kittoch Burn; thence passed the 

 Kittoch Mill, and on to near the Netherton Braes, where he 

 was run into the open within a hundred yards of the breeding 

 earths of Castlemilk. Time, one hour and twenty-five minutes; 

 distance, about eleven miles. The fox having been gone from 

 Crookston ten minutes before the hounds, of course there was 

 some slow hunting and a few checks, with every now and then 

 a brilliant burst; but to any true lover of the noble science, 

 it was a perfect treat to see the patient and persevering 

 manner in which old Squires hunted his fox over a difficult, 

 and, in some places, rough country. This, no doubt, will be 

 one of the best runs of the season, 1867-68. 



The brush was presented to Mr. Allan Scott, an old, well- 

 known heavy weight, a staunch supporter of the Hunt. 



THE PAST HUNTING SEASON. 



What lengths we pass ! Where will the wandering chase 



Lead us bewildered? Smooth as swallows skim 



The new-shorn mead, and far more swiftly fly. 



See the brave pack how to the head they press, 



Jostling in close array, then, more diffuse, 



Obliquely well, while from their opening volHed mouths 



The thunder breaks. 



Look back and view 

 The strange confusion of the vale below. 

 Where sore vexation reigns. 



