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About the end of his fourth season, he was brought 

 out of his kennel up to the house to pay his respects 

 to ]Mr. Nightingale, and in the course of his gambols 

 he dashed up against a tree and broke his thigh, and 

 was put down not long after. Will and Bob buried 

 him in old Mercury's grave, close by the spot where 

 he met with his accident. He began the Waterloo 

 Cup luck of Dumfriesshire, which has now won two 

 and divided another with Selby. King Lear, the 

 other winner, was a "flying, merry dog, and vron 

 — the first year it was a sixty four dog stake — solely 

 on his merits.^^ Mr. Knovrles had seen him win at 

 Abington, and got a good stake on when others 

 looked elsewhere. 



Some Fazzoletto two-year-olds were in the pad- 

 dock, and Pam^s Mixture and Pallinsburn in their 

 sheets were the last stable features in the landscape, 

 as vre looked back to Knockhill. We crossed the 

 bridge where Sandy and the Carlisle pack swam 

 an otter for three hours last summer before they 

 killed it, and so up the long avenue of Hoddom 

 Castle. It is now twenty years since the General 

 died, and it has had no inhabitant save the stalwart 

 keeper, who looks after the pheasants. On a sum- 

 mer's evening, when beech and laurel are in all their 

 glory below, there is no pleasanter watch-tower. The 

 Annan winds round the holme below the terrace, 

 and Mr. Sharpens horses have a gallop of fully a mile 

 and a quarter along the river side, and across the 

 turfed bridge, and a good sobbing finish up Re- 



