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that Major Collins is one of our oldest followers. Mrs. Collins also hunted 

 regularly up till a few years ago, and their son and daughter are now keen 

 on the sport. After a meet on 19th February an Auchinbothie fox led 

 his pursuers by Craig Marloch to Finlaystone, on leaving which they just 

 missed Knockmountain and ran well by Bardrainy and Craig Marloch 

 back to Auchinbothie, where they could make nothing further of this fox, 

 and I fancy he got to ground. 



For the first time within recollection we had a meet at Grange Hill, 

 near Beith, on 26th February, but Mr. J. H. Watson is so enthusiastic 

 that a return visit is pretty certain in future. A fox was found in Brown- 

 muir, and a racing pace gallop ensued by Threepwood and Bowfield to the 

 left of Hartfield Moss, and hounds were simply running for blood when 

 he beat them in a big burrow at Wallshill. A very fast spin. Terriers 

 bolted a brace from a drain at Bellsgrove, and hounds ran a nice ring by 

 Trearne down to Woodside, where after a lot of dodging about they killed 

 close to the house. The majority of the field went home now, but 

 enthusiasm dies hard, and the Master took a chance of an evening gallop 

 from West Gavin. This came off all right, for they ran fast by Cuff hill 

 to Brownmuir, where they were stopped — an appropriate rounding off to 

 a good day's sport and a very severe one for horses. 



Mr. David Cross has practically retired from active participation, 

 but he was tempted to come out on horseback when hounds met at 

 Ingliston on 1st March, and everyone was pleased to see him in the 

 saddle again. Moving away from here towards Barochan, a fox jumped 

 up from nowhere, and after a brief hunt down to Erskine he was killed. 

 A capital sporting run of one and a half hours was afterwards had from 

 High Barlogan, hounds running well throughout. By Low Barlogan, 

 Ennelly, and Witch Moss they went on to Elphinstone, thence by 

 Corslie Hill, Massington, and Botherickfield Strip to Scart and Low 

 Barlogan, eventually reaching Elphinstone again. The fox nearly beat 

 them here, but luckily he was viewed away by Lawfield Bog, and after 

 another merry skirmish a kill in the open on Kilmacolm golf course was 

 a most acceptable finish. A big fox and as stiff as the proverbial poker, 

 when Jacklin picked him up for the customary rites. 



There was a great deal more sport in the course of this highly successful 

 season that could be referred to, but the sample I have given should suffice, 



