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though the Master hits his line they cannot make 

 much of it, and we go on to the White Den. Here an 

 old friend of the Fife soon leaves the gorse, and 

 takes the line he has done on two or three former 

 occasions, past Callange and over Kininmonth Hill ; 

 but the scent, never good, has not improved as the 

 day wore on, and he has plenty of time to gain a 

 drain near Ladeddie. 



" So ended the Forfarshire day in Fife, and as 

 we said ' Good-night ' to our friends we hoped that 

 they had enjoyed their visit to the 'ancient king- 

 dom ' as much as those who had assembled that day 

 to do honour to Captain Carnegy of Lour and the 

 Forfarshire Hunt." 



1874. Coming home one evening I had trotted 

 on before the hounds and got to the kennel, put my 

 horse in the stable, and found Adam Sloane, a 

 helper, asleep with his head on the mess-room table. 

 I said, "Jump up and give my horse some gruel". 

 He went into the stable, took up a bucket and gave 

 the gruel to a horse which had not been out. I said, 

 "What the devil are you doing?" He turned 

 round and said, " Speak to me like that ; I'll chuck the 

 bucket at you". I said, " Put the bucket down and 

 get out of the stable ". There was a little pickaxe 

 used for pulling up nettles standing against the wall ; 

 he took it up and came to me. I picked up a fork 

 and caught the pick between the prongs, pushed him 

 back and caught hold of his collar. My horn was 

 sticking in the breast of my coat ; he got hold of it 

 and jobbed me on the back of the head with the 



