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the Fife Hounds met at Logie, and found a brace of 

 foxes in the Muir, but could not press them, the 

 morning being stormy and the ground stained by sheep. 

 Afterwards they drew blank all the neighbouring covers, 

 and late in the afternoon, found a fox in the planta- 

 tions of Bridge of Murthel. Sauve qui pent being the 

 order of the day, reynard retreated into the woods of 

 Inchwan, but was speedily dislodged ; — thence fled 

 northwards across a heavy country, followed by the 

 hounds at their best pace, keeping west of Deuchar, 

 through Glenquiech, to the top of the hill of Ogil, 

 nearly six miles from where he was originally found. 

 Further pursuit being impracticable, from the depth of 

 the snow, the field reluctantly came to a resolution of 

 '■'■ nolle prosequi.''' It being a decided case of '^ no go"" 

 among the prads, " Merry John,"* fertile in expedients, 

 instantly dismounted; that laudable example was fol- 

 lowed by the whipper-in, Jack Jones. Leaving their 

 horses on the hill, both padded the footsteps of the 

 hounds through the snow, nearly four miles up Glen- 

 ogil, when fortunately they fell in with the pack, after 

 they had eaten their fox — a pad or two being the sole 

 emnants of the banquet ; these were carefully trea- 

 sured up, and will doubtless find a niche beside " Rival,' f 

 in Sandie Ross's hunt parlour. We believe Mr. 

 Walker's pedestrian performance quite unparalleled in 

 the annals of hunting. " 



With regard to scent, I never yet could meet with 

 any person who could satisfactorily prove to me how 

 it is produced, or in what way the atmosphere aflfects 



* Jack Walker, huntsman to the Fife hounds. 



t " Rival," a celebrated hound in Lord Panmure's pack — his painting mter 

 alias graces the hunt parlour at Forfar, immediately behind the chairman's seat. 



