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the breakers at the mouth of the Nith, but he could 

 tell of the Kinmount Woods. If your eye came to 

 slow hunting over the Vale of the Annan_, he lifted 

 you at once to Castle Milk, and told how " the Duke^^ 

 and the Jardines v»^ere '^ the soul of the hunting/' 

 '''Castle Milk's our meet/' he says ; ''^ most like an 

 English meet of any — regular Badininton-lawa busi- 

 ness, and everything for all. Lockerby side," he 

 added, "is muirland and the best scent, and here 

 we can always run with an east wind, ''which they 

 cannot in some countries." 



Mr. Hay of Dunse Castle hunted the country before 

 Mr. Murray of Broughton, and then ]Major Colomb 

 came from the Inglewood, and kept it for a season or 

 two, with Joe Hogg as his huntsman. There was then 

 a long drearyblank, until Joe appeared upon the scene 

 in 1848. He is the son of a farmer at Newtown, near 

 Carlisle, and '' still fond of a bit of hunting from a 

 lad." The taste in his case seems to have become 

 chronic, as he indulged it first with the Carlisle foul- 

 mart hounds, and then with the harriers, and he was 

 finally gazetted to be first whip under Bob Cowen of 

 the Inglev/ood. The kennels were at Tarn Wadlin, 

 and Sampson was the head of the pack. They took 

 out the old dog merely to find for them, as he knew 

 every inch of the biggest covers, and was never known 

 to leave a fox behind. He was a very mute hound 

 himself, after he had once flung his deep-finding note, 

 and yet his best son Cumberland lost his life in a very 

 curious Avay, for ^'making an orailon.'' Mr. Boag 



