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the terrier which had driven us out of our retreat, 

 and he was to be taken to the kennel for the same 

 employment when required, wliich, sure enough, 

 Avas often the case. Luckily for me he was not 

 mth the hounds a short time after, when I was 

 again found by this pack, as I lay in a wood near 

 Floors, belonging to the Duke of Roxburgh, 

 who, though no fox-hunter, is one of our best 

 friends, and gives his keepers strict orders never to 

 destroy us. But for the absence of this terrier I 

 must have been in jeopardy that day ; for having 

 heard the hounds running after another fox, I was 

 just stepping away to a drain close to the Tweed, 

 in a contrary direction, not before I was seen, and 

 a few hounds got on my scent, which they followed 

 until they reached the drain where I was. On 

 being told of which, old Will, the huntsman, 

 brought the rest of the hounds to the spot, deter- 

 mined to get me out. Tools were procured, and 

 several attempts were made, but in vain. Some 

 half-bred terriers were then sent for, but they would 

 not venture near me, nor could they a second time 

 be urged to go in. Other fruitless attempts were 

 made, and a great part of the morning was lost in 

 this way by a throng of hunters, and amongst them 

 the noble master of the pack. Whilst this was 



