130 REMINISCENCES OF 



We all, wife, children, hounds and horses, went to 

 Leslie the night before. All drove to the meet. 

 Found at " Calling Maggy " (a rock on the Bishop's 

 Hill), and were defeated by holloas and wire-fences. 

 Found again at Orphit Moor, ran to the "Tod- 

 stones". Hastings and I were standing below the 

 rocks when something whirling in the air, which 

 looked like a pair of breeches, fell at my feet 

 " Mantle " stone dead ; the moment after another, 

 " Matchless," almost fell on to me. She lay for 

 some time and then got up and trotted away 

 not much hurt. 



One day this season hounds were running in 

 Orphit Muir. I was on the top of the Lomond, had 

 tied my horse to the rails and was sitting on a stone. 

 Presently the stone began to creep, and away I went 

 down the hill like a toboggan, with a shower of stones 

 following me. One caught me on the back and 

 knocked the wind out of me. Another hit me on 

 the knee, which turned me out of the course, and I 

 managed to catch hold of a projecting rock, and 

 remained there, speechless. Tom Hastings came to 

 my assistance, and with the help of his whiplash I 

 managed to regain a firm footing. 



