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At the request of a number of gentlemen who hunt with 
the Lanarkshire and Eenfrewshire Fox-Hounds, I have 
thrown together a few sporting reminiscences connected 
with this particular district, and at the same time have 
added reports of a number of runs which I have from 
time to time written for the Glasgow Herald and Sporting 
Gazette. I regret that I have not retained the dates of 
some of them ; but most men who have hunted with these 
hounds will remember the events. 



The first record 1 can find connected with hounds in Lanark- 
shire is an account of a meeting held at Bothwell Bridge, on 
the 8th April, 1771, when it was agreed as follows, by John 
Orr, Esq., Barrowfield, on the one part, and John Baird and 
Robert Dunmore, Esqs. (as taking burden on them for the 
Glasgow Hunt), on the other part: — 

That they shall have a united Hunt, which shall be called 
by the name of " The Roberton Hunt," and which shall have 
two meetings at this place annually. The first of these to be 
some time in October or November next, as the gentlemen 
shall agree upon; and the second (or Spring Meeting) to be 
in April following. 

The following regulations are now agreed upon, to which 
such others as are afterwards thought proper shall be added : — 

1st. That a Preses shall be chosen at every April Meeting, 
before the Hunt party, who shall continue for a year, and 
shall have the regulation of everything concerning the Hunt 
for that year; and Captain Roberton is accordingly chosen for 
the first two meetings. 

2ndly. That a Treasurer shall be chosen annually, into 
whose hands each member of the Hunt shall pay, the first 
day of the meeting, such sums as shall be thought necessary 


for paying any incidental expenses, of stopping earth, damages 
done to enclosures, &c., &c.; and Mr. Matthew Orr, Stobcross, 
is accordingly chosen for the first two meetings. 

3rd. That the Hnnt shall have a uniform, to be worn by 
all the niembers at these meetings; and it is agreed that the 
uniform shall be a dark brown frock, of Hunters' beaver, made 
witliout lapells, and to button at the sleeves ; with a waistcoat 
of the same cloth, with lapells, and lined with white silk shag; 
both to have plain silver buttons. 

4th. That the Hunt shall have an Earth-stopper, and they 
shall give him annually a coat and waistcoat of coarse green 
cloth, and two pair of white plaiding breeches, and a leather 
cap; and they nominate for that office Thomas Greer, being 
satisfied that he is properly qualified for that important 

5th. Whereas, it will be necessary to have a Kennel Yard 
and Benches put up for the Hounds, Captain Roberton has 
been so good as promise to supply the Hunt with Benches, 
and wood to make the Kennel Yard of, for the putting up of 
which the Hunt are to be at the expense. 


BoTHWELL Bridge, 

22nd August, 1771. 

At a Meeting of the Roberton Hunt, Members present — 


Resolved, that the Kennel Yard shall be built as agreed 
upon at the last Spring Meeting, and James Wilson was 
engaged to execute the same. 



BoTHWELL Bridge, 

29th September, 1771. 

At a Meeting of the Roberton Hunt, Members present — 

Messrs. JOHN BAIRD. 
ALLAN SCOTT, Cowlairs. 
JOHN ORR, Barrowfield. 

Absent Members: — 


JAMES DUNLOP, Houshill. 

The above list of gentlemen are the constituted Members 
of the " Roberton Hunt," and it is resolved that no more 
Members are to be admitted without being Ballotted for, at a 
Meeting of the Hunt, nine of whom make a quorum, and a 
majority of white balls admit. 

Resolved, That each of the Members shall pay a Guinea to 
the Treasurer, to defray contingent expenses. 

Resolved, That Thomas Greer, the Earth-stopper, shall be 
furnished with a green coat and waistcoat, two pair of plaiding 
breeches, the coat to have a red cape, and to have " Earth- 


stopper to the Roberton Hunt" embroidered on the breast 
of it. 

Resolved, That it shall be left to the Preses and Treasurer 
to give orders about stalling the stables and putting up the 
Kennel Yard. 

Resolved, That there shall be a board made of an oval 
form to enlarge the table; that it shall be one foot wider, 
and four feet longer, than the present one — this to be left to 
the Preses and Secretary. 

Resolved, That the Treasurer shall bespeak four Delph 
bowls to make a bottle of Rum each, with " The Roberton 
Hunt " written on them. 

It is ordered, That the Treasurer shall send up a hogshead 
of Loudon porter, six dozen strong Beer, five dozen Port wine, 
and one dozen Sherry. 

It is also ordered, That the Treasurer shall send up six or 
eight gallons French Brandy, put into a Dutch case. 

Resolved, That the first " Hunting Meeting" shall begin on 
the first Glasgow Fast-day, and that the " Glasgow Hounds" 
shall hunt that day at Blantyre Whins, Mr. Orr's hounds 
being to hunt the day following at Orbiston. 

It is ordered that the Treasurer shall send up forty stone 
of cracklings before the Meeting. 

It is recommended to the Preses to order Greer, and other 
people, to have a strict search for all the earths in the country 
before the Meeting. 

Resolved, That all the Members of the Hunt shall be 
obliged to take off the uniform from Mr. James Hamilton 
before the first Meeting, and that no Member shaU go to the 
field during the Meeting without it, under a penalty of 
paying one guinea for each offence. 

It is desired that Alex. Gray shall each day during the 
Meeting have a dinner provided at thirty shillings — each of 
the gentlemen present to pay two shillings. If the number 
does not amount to fifteen, the difference to be made up to 
Gray by the Treasurer; and if they exceed that number, the 
money to be disposed of as the Members shall think proper. 


Thursday, 14th November, 1771. 


Members in the Field — 



ALLAN SCOTT, Cowlairs. 



GEORGE HOUSTON, Visiting Member. 

Found a Fox at Hamilton Moor, and killed him above 
ground. Hunted Hare afterwards. Indifferent day. 

It is difficult to obtain any records of fox-hunting in this 
neighbourhood up to a recent date. The country has been 
hunted by Mr. Oswald, Capt. Tait, Sir David Baird, and the 
Earl of Glasgow, but there are no records of what sport they 
had. Sometimes the country was divided, and both Renfrew- 
shire and Ayrshire hunted at the same time. Sir D. Baird 
was a first-rate man across country, and a keen sportsman. 
Many good runs have taken place in my own recollection 
within the last twenty-five years, and many good and true 
sportsmen have been taken away to the happy hunting 
grounds, whom we will never see again on this side of Jordan. 
Nimrod, in his "Northern Hunting Tour," tells us of a run 
with Lord Kelburn long before my day. They found their 
fox in Hawkhead (in those days a stronghold for breeding) 
took him straight over the hill at Gleniffer, on to Crofthead, 
and killed. His Lordship got into a river in the run and 
had a severe ducking, but got on again, and was up at the 
finish. I have failed to discover what burn this could have 
been, unless somewhere in the hollow, before going up the 
hill. His Lordship had not the best of tempers, and on one 
occasion when his first whip displeased him, at Langside, he 


rode at him, and Jack Harris jumped a mill lade to get out 
of his way. The place was shown for a long time, but 
modern improvements have, I think, done away with it. Old 
Kemp talks of a run which took place about this time from 
Netherton braes, away through Calderwood and Earnock to 
Avon banks, where they picked up their fox on the rocks 
dead. Of course, in those days the country was not so woody 
as it is now, but this must have been a slow hunting run. 
The first run I had the pleasure of participating in with 
these hounds was, I think, in 1850, over some of the same 
country, but nothing like the length. We found on Netherton 
braes, ran through Castlemilk, on down to Limekilns, and 
killed just as he was going into Torrance. This was a capital 
run, as at that time there was no wire, and all sound going. 
I was riding an old gray I bought from Mr. Barclay, a capital 
hand at refusing when he was not in " the humour," but on 
this occasion, more by good luck than anything else, I got up 
first, and saw the fox killed, passing Mr, C. T. Couper leading 
his pony up the last hill, one of the best ponies I ever saw, 
but this run was rather too much for him. I did not like to 
claim the brush, being then a younker. The next two up 
were Mr. W. Campbell, and Mr. Clark (house-factor, a veteran 
sportsman), and an amusing scene now occurred. They both 
jumped off their horses and claimed the brush, rather an 
angry altercation taking place. Colonel Buchanan, who was 
riding his celebrated steeple-chase horse, Alfred, but who 
had come to grief in a boggy ditch, now got up and gave the 
brush to Clark. I think he was riding the celebrated little 
horse Reindeer. What a change there is now in this part of 
the country. In former days we used to have capital sport 
here, but now you can't ride a yard for wire. Old Mr. Forbes 
of Callander came through sometimes to the Meet at Cart 
Bridge, where it used to be in those days; a rare good un he 
was to go on a horse Mr. Robert Armour afterwards bought, 
and which he christened " Forby." On another occasion, 
poor George Hope Johnston (as good a fellow as ever 
lived, but the pace was too fast for him at the finisli), and 


Osy Stewart came through from Dumfriesshire, to try and 
" cut us all down, and hang us up to dry," but the ground 
was too heavy for George, and I think, at the finish of the 
day's work, they had only " two legs " between them to ride 
home. A curious incident happened once to a horse belonging 
to that prince of sportsmen, Mr. George Middleton. The 
hounds met at Milliken Park, Mr. M. was riding a great 
long-legged brute that went by the name of the " Camel- 
Leopard," and in drawing a strip at Glentyan, when we got 
to the top there was no way out the field, having to go back 
and lead down, or drop into the road. The Camel got loose, 
and running up to the end of the wood, jumped down a drop 
of about twenty feet into the road, and, to the astonishment 
of everybody, lit on his feet. The Camel could go when he 
liked, though, as afterwards, on a bye day, when very few 
were out, Mr. M. got away well from the covert, jumped a 
tremendous high wall at the top, and had the hounds all to 
himself away nearly to the Misty Law, where both fox and 
hounds were lost. 

Mr. George Middleton was Secretary to the Hunt, and also 
to the RN. Yacht Club, for many years. He was a thorough 
all-round sportsman, and good at almost everything. Alas! 
poor George! with his merry laugh and fund of wit, and who 
always kept us in a roar when going down to the Meet, is no 
more, but he has left two chips of the old block, who fully 
sustain his " prestige." One of the sharpest things about this 
time the L. and R. ever had was over the Fereneze hills. 
While the field were coffee-housing, a fox jumped up on the 
moor near the Game wood, just before the hounds, and only 
about four or five who were near got away on any terms witli 
them. They raced him down to Johnstone Castle without a 
check to ground. John Harrison, or the old " stone wall 
jumper," Mr. John Orr on his chestnut, Zezimus, Mr. D. 
Hunter on his old mare, and your humble servant on Game- 
cock, were the only ones that had the luck to get away, but 
we were stumped at a high stone wall at Bardrain. There is 
now an accommodating gate in this wall. A very long run 


also took place from LiDwood Moss — it was a frightfully wet 
day — when a fox broke in the direction of Houston, and on 
through Elphiuston. The field here, somehow, all got thrown 
out, and Mr. Thomas Speirs on his stallion was the only one 
who wont on, with two couple of hounds, to ground at Knock - 
mountain. A short sharp spin from Craigmarlock down to 
Finlaystone originated the Craigmarlock Club, Mr. Allan 
Scott and Mr. Aird being the chief promoters. Amongst the 
Members were Messrs. Scott, J. Morrison, R. Armour, D. 
Hunter, W. Redfern, Aird, Brodie, Murray, Clapperton, C. T. 
Dunlop, Kelly, &c. Many jovial Meetings we used to have, 
which were held in the Waverley Hotel, when song and 
sentiment prevailed to the " wee hour ayont the twal." 
There was no Forbes Mackenzie in those days. The Club has 
not held a Meeting for many years. John Harrison, who 
hunted the hounds before Squires came here, was a first-rate 
huntsman, but was rather apt to lose his head at an intricate 
cast with a lot of hard-riding Glasgow men pressing on his 
hounds (one of whom, a first-rate fellow, and now married, I 
heard once say, " bother the hounds, can't we do without 
them "). Latterly, John was a little too much addicted to 
examining the inside of a black bottle ; and I daresay a number 
of old hunting men will never forget one Christmas day, 
when, mounted on old Simon, he jumped a tremendous wall, 
with a wire along the top of it, near the Skiff. John was 
sent home, and Sandy Chalmers, first whip, took the horn, 
but they had no sport. The Colonel, when he heard of it, 
said it served the hunt jolly well right for taking the hounds 
out on Christmas day. It was entirely a subscription pack 
then, A nasty accident happened to the father of the present 
Mr. Sudden, who keeps the excellent hostelry at Kilwinning. 
One day, when riding a horse belonging to Mr. J. Steven, in 
jumping out of the Skifflat wood, his horse put his foot in a 
hole and rolled over him. He was picked up for dead, 
recovered a little, however, but was never the same man 
again, and died shortly afterwards. A very unprecedented 
circumstance once occurred at the Waukmill Glen. A brace 


of foxes were on foot; one broke on the south side of the 
covert, with eight couple of hounds, in the direction of 
Glanderston, and could not be stopped. Harrison, Mr. R, 
Armour (on Jack Fleming's old horse, Sandy), Mr. J. Barclay, 
Archy Chalmers, a beginner then (but who has since gone 
well), and myself, being on that side, went away with them. 
The rest of the hounds, with the Colonel, were running a fox 
in the glen. We took our fox on leaving Glanderston and 
the Pad to the left, over the Kilmarnock road (here Mr. 
Barclay stopped, having cut his horse), down the boggy 
hollow, leaving Knockinae to the left on to Uplaw Muir. He 
then turned and came back very nearly the same line, and 
we killed him in the open near the farm-house on the north 
side of the water below the Pad. While we were breaking 
up our fox, on looking up to the top of the Pad, who should we 
see but Colonel Buchanan breaking up his fox, which he had 
brought up from Glanderston ! the two who'hoops making 
the welkin ring, and fetching shrill echoes from the hollow 
earth. This was a very curious incident. We used to have 
very fair sport in the Carnwath district, when Jack Fleming 
and the Honourable Mr. Sandilands hunted that part of the 
county of Lanark with the Linlithgow and Stirlingshire 
hounds. Both these gentlemen were always very obliging, 
making handy Meets for the Glasgow division on certain 
days in the year which shall be nameless! Many a good 
tumbler we have had at old Ritchie's inn before going home. 
There was also a buxom -looking widow, who kept an hotel 
there, who received a good deal of attention from the gay 
lotharios. One run is worth recording, as being the last old 
Aird ever rode in. 

Stonebyres was a favourite Meet, and on this occasion a 
good fox broke to the south side, and they killed him in the 
open near Lesmahagow. Just as the hounds were running 
into their fox, Mr. James Merry and Mr. Aird were riding 
for the brush, but Aird by a judicious nick was up first, got 
the brush, and presented it to Willie Wilson, who hunted in 
those days. When Aird got home he did not feel very well. 


and leinavked that he never perspired during the run. Poor 
Aird ! he took to his bed shortly afterwards, and died of 
cholera. Aird, although he did not say much, bad a great 
deal of quiet humour about him, and was a great favourite. 
He had a curious old horse called the " Pig." A story is told 
of him, credat judceus, that in drawing some coverts in the 
high country above Mains, they came to a wall that was 
unjumpable, but that Aird got off and gave the Pig " a back," 
and he got over the field, going round by Shuffler's bottom. 
I was out that day, but I can't say I saw the occurrence. A 
portrait of Mr. Aird, painted by subscription, and presented 
to him, hangs in the smoking-room at Kilmardiuuy, the 
residence of R Dalglish, Esq., who was always a great friend 
of his. A likeness of the " Pig" also hangs not very far off 
the old man. Peace be to his " manes." 

Mr. Pollock of Broom kept a pack of harriers in the Mearns 
country for some time. He had some very fair sport. Mr. 
George Stoddart being one of the best men with them, he was 
very fond of making young uns, and many a cropper he got. 
When Mr. Pollock went to Ireland, Mr. John Hamilton of 
Greenbank took the hounds over, but owing to the great 
increase of wire, he was obliged to give up the country. I 
must not forget to mention that when Lord Eglinton hunted 
the country during the interregnum, when the Colonel went 
up to Lanarkshire for a season, he showed some excellent 
sport. One extraordinary long run he once had. Finding 
an afternoon fox at Trees gorse, he ran him on to the Brimmer, 
and killed by moonlight. Another very sharp thing took 
place from the Shaw wood. Found at once, he pointed as 
for Gleniffer, went very near to Glenfield, but turning to the 
left, along the face of the hills, went up past the Quarry, 
where a good many of them were leading, away over a fine 
grass country to the Game wood, going through which, he 
then bent away up to the Duchielaw, and down to Graham's 
gorse, round the face of the hill, nearly to Crofthead, where, 
as it was getting dark, his Lordsliip whipped off. In this run 
Mr. Taylor, " champion comique," killed his celebrated trotting 


pony by overriding it, not being accustomed to this sort of 
thing, and had a narrow escape from being prosecuted by the 
" Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals." 

There are a number of sporting events which have occurred 
in connection with the L. and R Hunt and its members 
I think, in 1859, Mr. J. Houldsworth made a bet that he 
would jump four of his horses over a five foot stone wall. 
The place chosen was a wall on the Knapps muir, and 
Harrison had the hounds out on purpose to encourage the 
horses. Harrison rode the "Return," and cleared it splendidly. 
Mr. Ryan (now Mr. H., trainer at Newmarket) next went at 
it on the " Niger," but hit it with his hind feet, and had 
another try, but refused twice. Each horse had three trials. 
Ryan then mounted " Frenzie." He hit it the first time 
slightly, the next time he dropped his hind legs, and went 
bang through the wall, cutting himself badly. "Perfection" 
now had to try; he hit the wall with his knees; the second 
trial he refused; but the last time, Mr. Thyne giving him a 
lead, he cleared it in splendid style (Ryan up). As the match 
was 4 to win, and 2 to half, it was a draw. 

A good many private steeple-chases used to take place in 
former days. A match came off at Houston between Mr. 
Morrison's " Ballinasloe," and Dr. Grey's " Lucy Long," 
owners up, when Mr. Morrison won. Another cross country 
event was run at Kilmarnock, between Mr. Lumsden's 
"Trotty Veck" and "Ballinasloe." In this instance "Trotty" 
won, " Luc}^ Long" third, A steeple-chase also took place 
over a stiff bit of country at the Mearns muir, between Mr. Wm. 
Campbell's chestnut and a horse belonging to Mr. Tliorburn. 
Mr. A. Clapperton laid off the ground. We had a bit of fun 
one New-Year' s-D ay at Carmunnock, when a number of the 
right sort assembled to witness a race between Mr. Allan 
Scott's long-legged bay, with Mr. William Alston up, and Mr. 
James Morrison's short-legged bay, owner up. The betting 
was in favour of Mr. Alston, biit going the wrong side of a 
post he had to go back, and Mr. Morrison won easily. The 
first steeple I recollect seeing was an " impromptu" affair got 


(ip at Kinning Park, near tlie present Clydesdale Cricket 
Ground. As far as I can recollect, Reindeer won the chief 
event, with Bob Thyne up (a first-rate man in his day). 
Reindeer afterwards won some matches at Houston against a 
roan horse, ridden by Noble. I recollect going down one day, 
expecting to see a match between Biuks the Bagman and old 
Isaac (his first appearance in Scotland). Binks failed to 
appear, and Isaac cantered round the course. Talking of 
Isaac, I recollect one day at Bogside Meeting (when the late 
Lord Eglinton was alive), in a steeple-chase refusing the 
brook, and actually had to be backed into it! but got out and 
won the race — ridden by Jack Huater — beating a good horse, 
Hero, ridden by Colonel Campbell. This Meeting was given 
up on the death of the late Lady Eglinton, but has since been 
revived by the present popular Earl. There used to be some 
good fun at Kilmarnock steeple-chases. As there was no 
railway in those days, we always drove down, sending on fresh 
horses to King's Wells, where very often a sporting event 
came off, early in the morning (which shall be nameless), 
attended by not the dite of society. Mr. Hew Young had a 
very good horse, called the " Dentist," which won several 
races ; Mr. Maxwell, also, won with the " Doctor," and Mr. 
Norman Buchanan with " Escape." Many a jolly drive we 
had up and down, but most of the genuine good souls that 
were wont to join us are now dead or scattered over the 
world, and Kilmarnock steeple-chases are now no more. 

A funny event happened one day, just after the horses had 
crossed the brook. The late Sandy Fletcher tried to jump it, 
went in a header, and had to drive home soaked through. 
In those hardy days one did not care for a wetting, and a 
story is told of a well-known old Glasgow sportsman, that 
after dancing all night he came home, changed his clothes, 
went down to Kilmarnock to hunt with Tait's harriers, had a 
header in the Pow burn, dined at Kilmarnock, and drove 
back to Glasgow without changing. Times have changed for 
the better since then, but I am afraid our hunting jeunesse 
dor^e are not so hardy as their forefathers were, although I 


could name some very promising young uns coming on, clii2>s 
of the old block. In 1856 that genuine sportsman, Mr. James 
Hunter of Newmains and Glenapp, suggested that we should 
have a hunt steeple-chase, gentlemen riders, only horses regu- 
larly hunted with the L. and R hounds to be allowed to run, and 
riders to wear red coats. The first race came off at Newmains, 
for a cup given by Mr. Hunter. Mr, Couper's brown gelding, 
" Wellington," was made favourite, but he came to grief at' 
the second fence, and " Coltness," belonging to Mr. Hunter, 
which he bought from Mr. W. Houldsworth, won easy, piloted by 
" Willie Redfern." Mr. H. afterwards sold this horse to 
Mr. Little Gilmour, of Leicestershire renown, where he after- 
wards broke his back. I recollect getting a tremendous 
cropper in this race, riding a bay of Mr. H.'s. Next year the 
race was run at Carnwath, when Mr. J. Houldsworth, on his 
mare "Brunette," won, myself second, on "Lanark." During 
the race Mr, Couper was again unfortunate. Cannoning with 
another gentleman at a bank, he got very badly cut in the 
face. Mr. C. Higginbotham, on his grey, came out at the 
finish, and looked very like winning, but rolled over in the 
last field, and was out of it. Next time it was resolved to 
change the venue to the old ground at Houston, where, for 
the first time, we had 12 and 13 stone steeple-chases for love, 
with a scurry for outside horses added. 

These steeple -chases became very popular afterwards 
amongst all classes of men, and were generally called the 
" Glasgow Derby," and it was quite a sight to see the road 
on the way, every sort of vehicle being put into requisition, 
Mr, J, Houldsworth, Mr. Couper, and Mr. Hinshaw, were the 
chief winners. The races, which were a first-rate day's 
outing for all Glasgow, might have been carried on yet if it 
had not been for the infiuence of a certain clergyman, 
persuading the farmers that racing was immoral. Under this 
uncalled-for interference, the best part of our country was 
refused us, and a very bad line had to be laid out, the 
consequence being that at a nasty fence poor Mr. Taylor 
from Ayrshire was killed. There have been no steeple-chases 

since this sad event, Bogside ra.ces and steeple-chases are, 
however, now one of the best Meetings in Great Britain, and 
are increasing in popularity every year, under the patronage 
of that first-rate sportsman, the Earl of Eglinton, ably assisted 
in the management of the Meeting by Mr. Shaw of Ayr, the 
clerk of the course. 

Mr. Colin Dunlop some years ago kept a capital pack of 
harriers, and Chalmers, who for a long time was first whip to 
the L. and R, hunted them. Under the able management 
of the Master we had excellent sport. One run in particular, 
with an outlying roe-deer, over a capital bit of country above 
Mains, was a clipper. Another good thing we had over Ear- 
nock muir. Mr. Dunlop used to go well on a cobby chestnut 
he bought from Mr. Thorburn, and he was never far off his 
beauties. Wire stopped his hunting at last. An amusing 
story is told of an old sportsman having lost the fox hounds 
in a fog, came up with Mr. Pollock's harriers, which were out 
that day, and had an excellent spin. A tremendous leap was 
taken by Mr. John Orr on the " Priest," one day at Netherton 
braes. Instead of going down through a large grip at the 
end of the strip, he cleared the whole thing, about 27 feet. 
Mr. Thorburn, one day at Greenside, stumped the field at a 
very nasty place on the side of the muir. A dinner of the 
two hunts, Lanarkshire and Renfrewshire, and Linlithgow 
and Stirlingshire, took place in the Western Club, Glasgow, 
in 1850 — Jack Fleming in the chair; James Merry, croupier. 
Fleming and Inglis of Torsonce (a thorough sportsman), were 
the only gentlemen who wore the dress uniform of their hunt, 
our local pack not having such a thing. Few casualties have 
happened in my recollection with these hounds, with the 
exception of Mr. A. Clapperton and Mr. A. Crum, both of 
whom broke a leg. Mr. Monteath and Captain Hay Newton, 
each broke an arm. An excellent picture of the hunt hangs 
in the lobby of the Western Club, Glasgow, presented to the 
Club by the late Mr. Hamilton of Minnard, Avith portraits of 
most of the old Members in Lord Glasgow's day; and by the 
Icind permission of the managers, I annex a copy of it. Tlie 


scene is laid at Crookston, and amongst the prominent 
portraits are Lord Glasgow on the gray horse, Messrs. J. 
Oswald, S. Dalglish, J. Tennant, George Stirling, George 
Houston, M. Pearce, W. Houston, R. D. Napier, A. Smith 
(Jordanhill), Bogle, C. Stirling, Thompson, Chas. Tennant, 
Sylvester Stirling, and a man, Locliead, who ran after the 
hounds. Very few of the above are now to the fore, but 
they were all good men in their day, when the present 
steeple-chase style of hunting was not in vogue, and no 
"steams-horses" to take you to the Meet. After them, 
amongst the most prominent Members were — 

Messrs. T. D. SPEIRS. 



























JOHN HAMILTON (North Park). 

JOHN HAMILTON (Greenbank). 

JAMES HUNTER (Newmains). 



Messrs. GEORGE POLLOCK (Ehiudmuir). 
F. R. REID. 

Tlie following is a List of Subscribers to the Covert Fund 
of the Lanarkshire and Renfrewshire Fox-Hounds, for Season 

J. H. HOULDSWORTH, Glasgow. 







C. T. COUPER, do. 

JOHN ORR, do. 

J. H. BALLANTYNE, Greeuock. 


HENRY LEE HARVEY, Lochwinuocli . 


JOHN HAMILTON, of Greenbauk, Mearns. 


J. D. HAMILTON, do. 


THOMAS JACKSON, Coatbridge. 

JAMES COATS, Glasgow. 


MATTHEW ROBERTSON, Foxbar, Paisley. 

JOHN WATSON, Govau Foimdrj^ Govan. 


JOHN C. PEARSON, Glasgow. 


A. C. HOLMS, do. 





M. T. FOZIER, do. 





EDWARD COLLINS, Jun., Glasgow. 

C. J. CUNNINGHAME, of Craigends. 


WILLIAM FAULDS, OakshawhiU, Paisley. 



F. W. PERMAN, do. 







F. R. REID, do. 







SIR M. R. S. STEWART, Bakt., Ardgowan. 




D. H. M'DOWAL, Garthland, Lochwinnoch. 


PETER WHITE, Jun., do. 


JOHN A. BRODIE, Glasgow. 


In 1872, Mr. George Jardine of Hallside was just 
beginning to come out as a first-rate sportsman, and 
being well mounted, was going into hunting with a keen- 
ness which I have hardly ever seen equalled. Unfortunately, 
to the extreme regret of all true hunting men, with whom 
Mr. Jardine was a great favourite, through an unfortunate 
accident he lost one of his legs, and was obliged to give up 
riding. However, he still encourages sport of all kinds, keep- 
a good steeple-chaser or two, and often comes out on wheels, 
always having a good supply of refreshment on board for any 
drouthy fox-hunter. Referring to Mr. Jardine's horses, he 
had a rare good one called the "General," and one day James 
Sudden cut down all the Ayrshire men with him. Unfortu- 
nately, the " General," who looked very like winning a big 


thing some day, broke his leg at Bogside, while going well, 
and had to be destroyed. I may mention that amongst those 
who are not subscribers, young Mr. Cockburn, veterinary 
surgeon, and Mr. James Sudden, landlord of the Eglinton 
Arms, Kilwinning, are first-rate men with hounds. 

At the present time (January, 1874) the Colonel hardly ever 
goes up to Lanarkshire, except for cub-hunting, the country 
being not worth hunting on account of woods and wire. I have 
seen, however, some very fair runs in the New Monkland 
country, and also at Castlemilk, but the last-named country 
is now almost unrideable on account of wire. 

Renfrewshire, I am happy to say, never showed more foxes 
than at the present time. Most of the best part of the country 
is in the hands of Colonel Buchanan, our esteemed Master, 
and Mr, C. J. Cunninghame of Craigends, a keen sportsman, 
quite enough guarantee for the preservation of foxes. I must 
not forget to give a word of praise to old Scott, the keeper at 
Barrochan, who always has a fox; in fact, it has become quite 
a proverb in the Hunt, " We're sure to find a Barrochan." 
Captain Stewart of Castlemilk has always no end of foxes; 
and old Hunter can always show both game and plenty of 
the " varmint." The best Meets are Houston kennels, 
Fiulaj'-ston, Bishopton, Bridge of Weir, Broadfield, Neilston 
(for the Pad), and the Fereneze hills. Mr. George Kidston, 
a genuine sportsman, and keen preserver of foxes, has taken 
a long lease of Finlayston house and shootings, one of Colonel 
Buchanan's properties, lying in the centre of the best part of 
the country, and, it is needless to say, there is a fox in every 

Squires, who succeeded John Harrison, is as fresh as ever, 
and generally manages to kill his fox, and his cheer}'- voice 
has lost none of its music. 

Through the kindness of an old Member of the Hunt, I am 
enabled to give the following quotations from his diary : — 

" October 20th, 1849. — Met at Craigends Gate to open the 
season — a large Meet, Trotted on to Barlogan. Found at 


once, and ran a sharp ring of a couple of miles over the 
muir, and back to covert. Two very unfortunate accidents 
happened in this spin. Mr. George Baird's horse, after 
clearing a wall, took paralysis, and had to be shot; and 
another gentleman broke his mare's leg sharp off, and the 
mare was also destroyed. After ringing about, got our fox 
away again, but unfortunately ran to ground. Found again 
in Elphinstone, and had ten miles at a clipping pace, very few 
up at the finish. Mr. Barclay riding a new chestnut, cut him 
very badly, and had to drive home. 

" Saturday, October 27th. — Bridge of Weir. Drove down 
'Tom Thumb.' A nasty morning, misty and rain, which, 
however, took off about one o'clock. Found in the Ton- 
Wood, and got him away towards Castle Semple, but he 
turned back, and we ran through Carruth to Duchal, where 
the drains, as usual, saved his life. Mr. James Merry, who 
was then acting M. F. H., tumbled into a brook during the 
run, and sundry other spills took place. 'Jerry' badly cut. 

"Nov. 3. — Castle Semple. 'Harlequin' not fit, but George 
Wilkie offered me a mount on his chestnut, but no persuasion 
could get him into a horse-box. Willie Campbell, however, 
offered me his old game horse, which he had ridden down to 
the station, he intending to ride Mr. M'Kenzie's gray, and I 
was admirably carried for the day. Found a leash of foxes in 
Greenside; all three broke in view of the hounds, ran one to 
Carruth again, as usual, into a drain. Went back, got on the 
line of another one, and went a burster down to Castle 
Semple, where, owing to dead leaves, scent failed, drew the 
Scifftafc blank. 

" Nov. 10th. — Met at Neilston village. Drew the Pad and 
Knockinae blank, but found at Fereneze, and ran as straight 
as an arrow to Johnstone Castle, and killed. Pace tremendous, 
the best of the season, many casualties, and Mr. J. Mills' 
horse had to be left at Johnstone. Kode a new purchase 
from Hew Young, the ' Screw,' and was well carried. 

" Nov. 17th. — Johnstone Castle. Drew the coverts here 
and Gleniffer blank. Found at Hawkhead, had a pumper up 


to Gleniffer, and back to Hawkhead — time, twenty-five 

" Nov. 24th. — Bisliopton. A good run, but did not kill. 

" Nov. 27th. — Cathcart Bridge. A large field out, and a 
great number of people on foot. Found at Merrylees, and 
killed. Found again at the Lynn, and had the run of the 
season, one hour and ten minutes, and killed in the open. 

" Dec. 22. — Hillend (Lanarkshire). Only four men out, 
the two Messrs. Wilkie, Willie Campbell, and myself. Found 
at once in Auchengray, and ran straight to Armadale over a 
boggy country. The scent being breast high, we fell behind, 
and had to be guided by " chawbacons." Caught them up 
near Avon bridge, where the fox doubled, and we lost him — 
time Ih hours. Had to ride home 25 miles. All the subscribers 
annoyed they were not out. 

" Feb. 9th, 1850.— Met after a long frost at Bridge of Weir. 
Drew the Torr, Carruth, Milliken, and Castle Semple, all 
blank, and gave it up. 

"16th February, 1850. — Went through with Redfern, Jamie- 
son, Kelly, and John Orr, to meet Eamsay at Cathlaw, east 
gate (Linlithgowshire). Found plenty of foxes, and had a 
fast half-hour over a heavy country. Kelly's horse badly cut. 

" Feby. 23rd. — Bishopton. Found at Westferry, and ran a 
very fast ring of about nine miles to ground; found again in 
Elphinstone, and had a splitter of one hour twenty minutes to 
ground at Finlayston, only nine men up, lots of horses having 
come to grief; two left at Port-Glasgow, one at Paisley, and one 
at Govan. 

" Tuesday, 8th Oct. — The Kennels, and had a good run. 

" Saturday, 13th Oct. — Castle Semple, and a short spin from 
Linwood to Milliken. 

" 26th October.— Shelford Toll. A good run from Caldwell 
to the Brimmer to ground, and a fast hour and a half from 
the Pad, and had to whip off at dark. 

" 2nd Nov. — Johnstone Castle, and had a very fine hunting 
run of half an hour. 

" Saturday, 25th January, 1851. — Castle Semple. A very 

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fine run of forty-five minutes from Bridge of Weir to Carruth, 
and killed. Barclay got the brush. 

" Feb. 1st. — Bishopton. Found in Westferry, had a sharp 
burst and lost. Found again in Elphinstone, ran him through 
the Wreas over High Barlogan, and back nearly to where 
they found. A slight check took place here, or nobody would 
have seen them again. Picked it up again, and ran to the 
Kilmalcolm strips, and back over Barscube hill to Barrochan, 
on through Drums to ground at Westferry. This was one of 
the longest runs that has taken place in this country." 



As a great number of our readers have a very imperfect 
idea what the above term means, a few words' will easily 
explain it. Fox-hounds, as a rule, will not take naturally to 
hunting the fox only, but at first will dash after any species 
of game, strange as it may seem to the uninitiated; not like 
a pointer, who, when quite a puppy, will point naturally even 
at barn-door fowls or any small birds; therefore, the object 
of cub-hunting is to train the young hounds into hunting the 
fox, and break them off other game, especially roe-deer, the 
size of whose bodies impregnates the air with a very strong 
scent; and unless young hounds have plenty opportunities of 
seeing deer, with a cold scent, or a blank day, the best are 
apt to flash off after haunch. In olden times it was often the 
habit of masters of hounds to begin by hunting hare, on 
purpose to make the hounds put their noses down and hunt 
patiently on a cold scent, and then take to hunting the fox 
afterwards. And even now many packs of harriers are 
composed entirely of what are called dwarf fox-hounds. 
Before taking the field, even in cub-hunting, the huntsman 
is not idle, having a great deal of work to do in exercising 


the young hounds, taking long rides in the country, especially 
in the direction of the different districts likely to be hunted, 
not only to get his hounds into condition, but to accustom 
them to the country, and make them steady on the road. 
After all these preliminaries are gone through (the difficulties 
attending which are little known or cared for by the swell in 
his red coat, who turns out on the opening day to gallop over 
the hounds), the first day's cub-hunting takes place. The 
date of commencement entirely depends upon the state of the 
country, being much earlier in England than in Scotland, on 
account of the crops being sooner off the ground. The hounds 
are cast into covert early in the morning, while the dew is on 
the ground. No one is acquainted with the exact spot where 
the Meet is to take place, unless it be some particular friend, 
some regular old stager, whose age, or sometimes purse, pre- 
cludes him from joining in the regular chase, but who, ever 
passionately fond of the sport, loves to witness the schooling 
of the young hounds. An early hour is selected, to prevent 
the attendance of a number of persons, who, by their noise, 
would distract the attention of the hounds. It is delightful 
to see the pack thrown into covert at daybreak, when all is 
freshness and joy around — when the choristers of the wood 
are in full harmony, and everything appears fresh and 
beautiful. The whips are placed so as to stop the hounds if 
an old fox goes away, the object being to kill a cub and blood 
the young hounds, thus giving them a taste of the animal 
they are intended to hunt. The huntsman generally takes 
out some old and steady hounds, who by their example teach 
the young ones what they are to do; and it is astonishing how a 
young, well-bred hound will score to the cry of an old steady 
customer, whose voice is never mistaken by the huntsman. 
Young foxes at this time of the year are generally easily 
brought to hand, and a sensible huntsman will allow no 
hallooing and cracking of whips by his servants, which serves 
only one purpose, to frighten the young hounds and disgust 
the old; and, as "Scrutator" says — "I have often heard, 
when a young hound is running riot, a whipper-in hallooing 


with all his might and cracking his whip, and I can conceive 
little ' Mischief safe in high covert chuckling within herself, 
and saying, ' All very fine, Mr. Jack, but I don't care a straw 
for your cracked voice ; I shall have my fun out,' " — the 
proper way being to wait till the young rioter comes out, 
thinking the coast clear, and then pounce upon her with one 
or two good dozes of whip-cord. But now the hounds are 
running in full chorus. 

" Not Handel's sweet music more pleases the ear, 
Than that of the hounds in full cry." 


A whole litter of cubs is afoot; now " Vanguard " views one, 
then " Valiant." " Have a care, ' Vanity,' " cries the whip, 
as the little beggar makes a dart at " Pussy." They are 
running with a burning scent — 

" Making the welkin answer them, 
And fetching shrill echoes from the hollow earth;" 

and with the animating cheer of old Squires, the blood in the 
veins of every true fox-hunter tingles again. " Who-hoop," at 
last a cub is killed; a great deal of ceremony now takes place: 
in the breaking up of the fox the young hounds are all 
collected together, and encouraged by every means to taste 
blood, and if any promising young fox-hunter is present, who 
has this day seen his first fox killed, he is blooded also, and 
must submit patiently to having a pad drawn across his face. 
Colonel Buchanan has begun the season well, finding 
plenty of foxes in Lanarkshire, and we hear capital accounts 
of Renfrewshire, his crack country. We will defer, however 
giving a more detailed account of the hounds, &c., till after 
the opening day, which takes place on the 3 1st October, at 
Houston, when we hope to see going in their old places, not 
only the tried and keen supporters of tlie Hunt, but also a 
number of new young 'uns sporting the pink. 



On account of the unexampled severity of the weather, 
I am sorry I have not been able to report anything worth 
recording in the Herald of the above celebrated Scotch 
pack. What with rain and wind, hounds have hardly been 
able to hunt at all. However, the runs of the following three 
days amply make up for the previous scarcity of sport : — 

Thursday, 7th. — Met at Hawkhead south gate, the Meet 
having been put off from Tuesday on account of the funeral 
of Captain Speirs, M.P. for the county, whose death — cut off 
in the prime of life — is lamented by all classes; a keen 
sportsman in every sense of the word, a first-rate preserver of 
foxes, and a popular country gentleman. Squires trotted 
direct up towards Waukmill Glen, where, in the new gorse, 
they found at once. He broke to the left up through 
Patterton round covert, over the Stewarton Road, through the 
Rouken, passing Eastwood to the left, on to ground in Lady 
Mary's Wood, trotted back to the Rouken, and came on what 
Colonel Buchanan thought was a run fox, as the hounds 
caught him at once. They then made a move up the country 
to Glanderston Gorse, the shooting around which is leased by 
the popular Secretary of the Hunt and keen sportsman, Mr. J. 
Morrison, where, the momentthe hounds were thrown in, no 
less than two brace of foxes were afoot, one of which gave 
them a good ring round the rocks to ground, near Waukmill 

Saturday, 9th. — Met at Barrochan, where, much to the 
disappointment of Mr. Hinshaw and his keeper, Scott, the 
home coverts were drawn blank. This, however, was not to be 
wondered at, as the lie is very bare, and from the stormy 
state of the weather, the foxes are mostly in the low country, 
where there is much better covert. There were two litters 
here, and no doubt exists that Mr. Hinshaw is one of the 


keenest preservers in the county. Drew the Wreas and Cors- 
lie covert blank, but found in Elphinstone big wood. After 
dusting his jacket well in covert, he broke at the bottom end, 
going straight through Lawfield Gorse, on up the hill to the 
left, round High Barlogan, and back to the Wreas ; but here, 
as the country was covered by the franchise hollowing on 
every hill, Squires gave it up, and trotted away down to 
Drums, where they found at once. He came out at the 
bottom of the glen, and bent up the hill to the left over the 
march wall, as if his point was Elphinstone, but turned sharp 
back again to the right, going over the left side of Barscube 
Hill, and on to ground at Knockmountain Gorse. This was 
a very pretty twenty minutes, the hounds going as straight as 
an arrow from find to finish. 

Tuesday, 12th, Caldwell. — Found in a moment (Colonel 
Mure being a keen preserver of foxes), and went away over 
the Lugton Road, up the hill towards Dunlop, and back to 
the left, to ground at the Grange "Wood. This was a very 
pretty twenty-five minutes for hounds, but part of the line 
was rather boggy, and "'ammer, 'ammer on the 'ard, 'ard 
road," was the order of the day. Now came the run of the 
season as yet. The moment the hounds were thrown into 
Shelford Toll covert, a fine old dog-fox broke near the toll 
and went away a burster as if for Neilston Pad, but, suddenly 
changing his mind, turned sharp to the left at Smiddy Hill, 
down over the Cowdon Burn, across the road and up the hill 
to Millthird. This was a pumper for the horses, and the 
hounds got rather the better of them. Colonel Buchanan, 
having got a bad start, seeing the hounds turning to the left, 
galloped up the road and caught the hounds at a small strip 
of wood on the top of the hill, with their heads up. The fox, 
being pumped with the tremendous pace they had raced him 
up the hill, had lain down. He jumped up in view of the 
hounds, and away they went "a-splitter" on to Middleton, 
through which the fox went — turning to the right down to 
the old road, then along the face of the hill past Woodneuk 
West Arthurlie, and the game covert to the gorse at Trees. 


The hounds going through the bottom side had a sUght check 
Mr. J. Orr, Mr. Thorburn, and Mr, Couj)er having taken the 
top line, and being well up, viewed two couple of hounds 
going on out at the west end. One of them rode back and 
told Squires, who at once cast forward and hit him off over 
the boggy glen, rather pointing towards the reservoir. They 
went by Brownside Braes, leaving Glenfield to the right, on to 
Gleniffer. The fox came out at top end near a row of high 
trees, and turned down to the right over the road past Staneley 
Moor, leaving Greenshieldmuir to the right, very near on to 
Bardrain Wood, as if his point was now Johnstone Castle. 
Here, being very far through, he began dodging, and turning 
to the left, lay down before the hounds; but jumping up in 
view, they raced him into a drain near the Witch Burn, bolted 
and killed him. Time, one hour and ten minutes ; distance 
gone over, about twelve miles, v^ith only one check. This 
run was acknowledged by all who were out to be one of 
the very best these hounds have ever had, being over the 
cream of the country, all grass and good going. Squires went 
in his usual form on "Whiteface ;" in fact, the old 'un is very 
hard to beat, always sticking to his hounds, and can show his 
heels to some of the hard riders yet. He got a nasty bite 
from the fox when bolting him, which, I am afraid, will pre- 
vent him using his right hand for a day or two. I hope to be 
able, before the season is over, to give you another screed ; 
but it will be a long time, I am afraid, before I shall have the 
pleasure of chronicling such a run as the above. 


Since the opening day, when they had such a good thing, 
our local pack have had nothing particularly worth recording ; 
but to many old hunting men, who now no longer participate 
in the joys of the chase, an account of what is going on in 
the pursuit of the noble science, however meagre, is always 


interesting; and many a good laugh they sometimes have 
upon the size of the jumps, as rehited by the young 'uns after 
dinner, the fences having grown much larger since their 
hunting days. "Squires" has killed six brace and a half of 
foxes since he began regular hunting, unfortunately falling in 
mostly with dodgers, and sometimes the field have been to 
blame in heading a good 'un when his mind was bent in 
going away. On Tuesday, the loth, they had a short thing 
from the Skiff of about four miles, the only fault being too much 
"Macadamizing." After running down to the bottom end> 
his point evidently being Johnstone Castle, he turned up the 
glen and broke to the west, leaving North Muir Dykes to the 
left, then down towards Castle-Semple, along the Beltree 
Strip to ground at Loch side House. The Colonel, Squires, 
Dr. Wolsey, Mr, Cramsie (oth Fusiliers), Mr. Jackson, and 
Mr. Clapperton only got away, the rest of the field were left 
coffee housing at the bottom of the covert, and, I am told, 
had a Mount Pisgah gallop without hounds, led by a hard- 
riding member of the Hunt, towards Caldwell. Went back 
and killed a brace. Another fox broke away up by Bardrain, 
but even suppose Squires had wanted, the high country was 
too hard to ride. 

Saturday, 18th. — Met at Barrochan, and I need hardly 
repeat what I have so often said before, wherever old Scott is 
the "tod" is not very far off While they were drawing the 
Northend Wood a fox was viewed away from the Garden- 
Stick covert. It was a little time before Squires got his 
hounds on, and then, owing to a nasty catching scent, as is 
generally the case with a lifting frost, they hunted him slowly 
on past Boghall, over the road to the high wood above Park 
Erskine Glen. Just as the hounds Vi^ent away, it would have 
frightened some of the quiet ones to hear the anathemas of 
old Fulton, as some of the duffers, who don't know sown 
grass from the flags in Buchanan Street, went helter-skelter 
over his seeds. But to return to our muttons, — or rather the 
hounds, — the fox doubled back out at the bottom end, crossed 
the Drums Road near to Hardgate Toll, and went on — very 


pretty but slow hunting — all left to themselves, passing Kirk- 
lands on to Barrochan, where they lost him, owing to there 
being no scent. It was a treat to see the hounds hunting it 
out all in a body, and, as a good judge remarked, the Colonel's 
hounds can burst him up with a scent, and hunt him with 
none ! Found again at once in Corslie Hill gorse, where he 
ran a great risk of losing his life, on account of there being 
riders in every possible position than the right one. How- 
ever, as luck would have it, he got away down towards Bar- 
rochan. Being headed at the road, he turned back towards 
Olives, which covert he did not enter, but went over the cream 
of the Renfrewshire country to ground at Elphinstone. A 
rather amusing incident occurred during the day. 

" Dismounting, said one, at a gate which was fast, 
The crowd pushing by knocked me down as they passed ; 
My horse seized that moment to take his own fling ; 
Oh ! who'll again doubt hunting a good-natured thing. " 


A rough-and-ready party, from the middle of Renfrewshire, 
caught the above gentleman's horse, who at once tipped him 
a shilling. "Hoots, man," says he, rejecting the proffered 
"bob," "d'ye no ken I'm ane o' your ainsels" — highly in- 
dignant at beiog mistaken for anyone but an Al man with 
the L. and R. pack. On the way home I met with the usual 
number of men with plenty of excuses for not being there or 
thereabouts; and to quote Warburton again: — 

" How trifling a cause will oft lose us a run, 
From the find to the finish how few see the fun ; 
A mischance it is called when we come to a halt — 
Did you e'er hear of one who confessed it a fault?" 


Falconry, or what in olden times was called hawking, is of 
very ancient origin, and has been traced back, as an Eastern 


sport, to a period anterior to the Christian era. In Britain it 
seems to have been followed before the time of the Heptarchy ; 
and in the celebrated Bayeux tapestry Harold is figured with 
a hawk on his hand. In England, after the Norman Con- 
quest, it made great strides, being much indulged in by kings, 
nobles, and ladies. In the present day an attempt is being 
made in several quarters to revive the noble art, and we are 
informed that in Scotland the Marquess of Bute is taking a 
strong liking to the sport, being out often with Mr. Ewen, 
and is now on the look-out for a good falconer. Having 
received an invitation from Mr. Ewen to have a day's hawk- 
ing with him, we drove about ten miles out of Ayr, to the 
high land, where there is a fine open country, as when it is 
enclosed it does not do for this sport, the birds taking refuge 
in the fences, thus spoiling the " swoop." Here we met Peter 
with the hawks. Peter is quite a character — very keen — and 
Mr. E. tells us he considers him the best falconer he has ever 
seen. He was falconer to the Duke of Leeds before he came 
to Mr. Ewen. The peregrine falcon is the one Mr. E. flies, of 
which he has six, well trained by old Peter, one four-year-old, 
three two-year-old, and two yearlings. The falconer carries 
the hawk he is going to fly on his wrist, hooded, and a small 
strap between his fingers called the "jesses," while a boy goes 
behind with the cadge, a frame of wood, with four legs, 
strapped over his shoulders, carrying the rest of the hawks, 
all of which have small bells tied round their arms, with a 
small piece of leather called the hewitt. Mr. E. hawks grouse 
and partridges. In olden times the heron was the chief 
object of pursuit, but in these days the scarcity of these 
birds does not give the falconer any opportunity of training 
his birds to them. A couple of steady pointers or setters are 
generally taken out to find the game, and great care is taken 
not to fly the falcon unless the dogs are quite sure, as when 
the falcon is disappointed, he is apt to go after other " quarry," 
and is difficult to lure. But now, Mr. E.'s celebrated red 
setter is standing, well backed by his black pointer. Peter 
cautiously goes round, generally up-wind, unhoods the falcon 


on his wrist, and throws her np. She immediately begins to 
ascend, going round in circles, until far up in the air, and 
nothing pleases a keen falconer more than to see his birds 
rising well, and, from the enormous height they go up, it is 
wonderful how they can see the "quarry" so near to the 
ground. Whenever old Peter sees the falcon coming round 
with his head pointing in the direction where the covey is 
sitting, he cries out, looking up to his bird, "Hillo! my lass; 
hooha, ha, ha!" and walking in, flushes the birds to the word, 
"Gare'oh" — the falcon at once selecting his bird, closes his 
wings, and swoops down like a cannon-ball, unerringly strik- 
ing him, always with the hind claw, not with his bill, as some 
people think. In most cases the game is struck senseless, and 
then the falcon drops down on it at once. Sometimes, how- 
ever, when the falcon strikes her bird in the air, she flies off 
with it, and is then said to carry, which is rather a common 
trick of old birds. In some instances the bird, although 
struck, gets up again, and the hawk has to rise and swoop 
again; and in several instances during the day, as the part- 
ridge dodged about hedges, &c., a most exciting hunt took 
place — always, however, ending in the " who' -hoop." In case 
the falcon does miss his quarry, he is enticed back by the "lure," 
which is simply some partridge wings nailed on to a piece of 
wood, which, when thrown up in the air, causes the falcon to 
swoop down, when he is easily secured. Although a very 
wet day, which is always against the hawks, the whole of 
them behaved very well, rising splendidly. The hawk is 
always allowed to eat the partridge's head when a kill takes 
place. We have left out purposely a number of technical 
terms; but we hope the above short account will explain to 
the uninitiated the noble science of hawking as practised in 
these days. 



" 'Tis pleasant iu the woodland glade, 

Where the waving harebell grows, 
Beneath the darkly chequered shade 

The startled game to rouse; 
To wake the echoes far and wide, 

With hounds and bugle horn, 
When on each tree and green hill-side 

Glitters the coming morn." 

What can surpass the healthful enjoyment of field sports ? 
Who is there acquainted with their many attractions, and 
who can relish the excitement of those varied scenes of manly 
diversion, who does not feel his heart bound within him at 
their bare mention? Those who maintain that a moderate 
share in their numerous attractions tends to debase the mind, 
blunt the affections, and brutalize the disposition, must be 
wholly unacquainted with the life of a true sportsman. A 
taste for the pursuit of wild animals through magnificent 
woods, over far-extended moors and mountains, on wide-spread 
lakes, or on impetuous or peaceful rivers, is inherent in human 
nature ; and this taste is never more gtrikingly displayed than 
in the high spirits and joy evinced by the denizen of crowded 
cities, whether he be a member of the " ring," a " bull " or a 
" bear," a cotton broker, or any other man who has to keep 
his nose to the grindstone, when they escape to spend, how- 
ever brief, an interval amid those exhilarating scenes. The 
"shop" is thrown aside (or ought to be), the cares and 
anxieties of life are forgotten, their spirits become buoyant, 
their strength is reoewed, and they return to their several 
occupations better and healthier men. Otter-hunting, above 
all sports, is one to which the above remarks particularly 
apply, as every one, without cost, from the peer to the peasant 
can participate in the fun, if they have only a good pair of 
legs, a stout heart, and strong lungs, so as to be able to stick 
to the hounds, and see them working. The pursuit of the 


otter, once a favourite sport, is now but little practised, on 
account of the great scarcity of that species, almost all of 
whom have been exterminated on account of their destructive 
habits among the fish in our preserved waters. At this par- 
ticular season of the year, when every other branch of the 
chase is necessarily abandoned, it is not surprising that when 
a pack of otter hounds appear in any district they are well 
patronized. Otter-hunting, properly speaking, is now very 
little understood, on account of the scarcity of packs, it being 
a sport one reads about in books, but seldom sees. The otter 
leaves a very strong and lasting scent, which seems to remain 
much longer than that of either the stag, fox, or hare, and a 
well-bred hound will challenge it twelve hours, if not more, 
after the game has passed, which often accounts for the long 
drags before a view takes place. On Saturday last I had an 
opportunity of seeing a very good run with the above pack ; 
and, although I am afraid my description of the sport will fall 
very far short of those you have formerly had sent you from 
the pen of an old and distinguished otter-hunter, still a short 
account may interest some of your readers. The Meet was 
Craigie old dam, at seven in the morning. A good field 
turned out to meet the Laird, who is a thorough sportsman, 
being master of fox-hounds in Ireland, as well as keeping this 
pack. Amongst those present, I observed George Oswald, 
Esq., of Auchincruive; Mr. and Mrs. Oswald, Yr., of Auchin- 
cruive, and Miss Oswald; R H. Campbell, Esq., Yr., of Glen- 
daruel; Colonel Campbell, C.' Macpherson Campbell, Esq., of 
Ballimore; Dr. Macknight, some ofiicers of the 5tli Fusiliers, 
Messrs. White, J. Coats, Murray, Cross, &c., &c. Mr. Moreton 
had six couple of otter hounds out, and two or three varmint 
terriers. Punctually to the hour, Sandy cast the hounds on 
the south bank, and, after feathering a bit, they crossed over 
and opened underneath some trees. 

"Hark! on the drag I hear 
Their doubtful notes, preludiug to a cry 
More nobly full, and swelled with every mouth ; 
A3 straggling armies at the trumpet voice, 


Press to their standard, hither all repair, 
And hurry through the woods, with hasty step 
Rustling and full of hope ; now driven on heaps 
They push, they strive, while from his kennel sneaks 
The conscious villain." 


"Yoi him wind there, Chauntress! good bitch," cries the 
Laird, as they hunted it up the river. A little below 
Auchincruive the music increased, and away they went a 
burster, giving the field a sharp spin across the meadows. 
They then crossed the water — Colonel Campbell dashing in 
after them. It was a very pretty sight to see them carrying 
the scent over — speaking to it all the time. Going up the 
other side, the hounds feathered about a drain which the 
otter must have tried, but finding it shut, went on, as they 
picked up the scent over the river again, and some very- 
pretty hunting took place through the beautiful policies of 
Auchincruive, the pace gradually increasing, it being a case 
of "bellows to mend" with some of the fat 'uns. "Hark! 
Sandy has viewed him," cries Moreton, and away we went 
helter-skelter down through a potato field, and, oh ye gods, 
what a crash there was. They had him in the water, but he 
slipped out. "Hoick, forward!" away again. "How well that 
young dog, Havelock, is working to-day," says Col. Campbell. 
"Have at him, Nigger, old boy," cries the Laird to his 
favourite hound. The whole pack were now rushing frantic 
for blood, but down the otter went again into a large and deep 
pool, near Gadgirth, only showing his snout above water now 
and then when he came up for air. " Try and stop him from 
going down the water," cries the Master, " and we must kill 
him," and in one moment down go Ballimore and Glendaruel 
into the pool to head him if he tries back. "Take care, 
Sandy," says the Colonel, as the huntsman in his excitement 
was very near going plump into a big pool, " we can't afford 
to lose a good man !" There was a little slow hunting here, 
as, from the size of the pool, it was difficult to force him to 
land. All of a sudden, a " View, hollo !" from the Laird 
announced that he had bolted from underneath some rocks 


where he had lain down. The excitement was now intense, 
as they ran him almost in view down the banks of the river, 
but he slipped them again, and, crossing over, took up the 
opposite bank. After rattling him through the wood they 
fairly ran into him at the edge of the river — Mr. Moreton 
never resorting to the use of the spear. On looking at 
my watch I found we had just been three hours at it — no 
easy work, I can tell you. It would require the pen of a 
Campbell and the pencil of a Landseer to do justice to the 
scene, as Sandy stood in the wild glen with the otter over his 
head, the hounds all baying round, and the Laird giving his 
clear " Wlio'-hoop," the field all standing round in every 
variety of costume and colour, kilts, knickerbockers, trews, 
&c.; and I actually saw one gentleman with lavender kid 
gloves on! Mr. Oswald and young Mrs. Oswald having 
ridden down into the bed of the river, were in the nick 
of time to see the death. "He must be twenty pounds 
weight," remarks Mr. Oswald, a good judge, having some 
years ago kept a pack himself. " Aye, and mair," says Sandy. 
As the morning was excessively hot, and the hounds had 
enough of it, the Master gave the word " Home," and away 
we trudged, somewhat leg-tired, excessively thirsty, and all 
highly delighted with the splendid sport we had seen. On 
the way home some of the Glaisca' drouthy ones, meeting a 
milk cart with rather a good-looking girl, took toll, and the 
amount of buttermilk imbibed was something fabulous, which, 
however, was pronounced perfect nectar, and sent them on 
their way rejoicing. 

I hear this pack had another very good run on Monday, 
and a kill higher up the river ; but as I had not the pleasure 
of seeing it, I am sorry I can't give you an account of the 



Tuesday, February 1, — Met at Bridge of Weir. Drew the 
strips above the village and Carruth blank ; trotted back to 
M'Call's Covert, near Burnshields, where the "biggest fox 
that ever was seen" broke in view of the whole field, with 
the hounds at his brush. They went away at a perfect 
steeple-chase pace, and only those who had their eyes open 
when they found saw anything of this splendid burst. The 
fox went away north, past Lawmarnock, and on nearly to 
Barmuth Loch Dam, as if his point was Carruth. He then 
bent away west, pointing for Calder Glen, but changing 
his mind, " taking the privilege of the fair sex, although not a 
vixen," turned south. At this point a momentary check 
occurred, the hounds throwing up in a road ; but hitting it 
off quickly again, they raced away past Barbeth and Auchin- 
cloich across the Locher Water; and then, leaving the Marshall 
Moor to the left, went over Barmaigh Hill to ground at Green- 
side — time, twenty-five minutes, with hardly what you would 
call a check, over a fine grass country, and the pace good 
enough for the greatest glutton; in fact, up to the check the 
hounds had rather the best of it. The first sixteen minutes, 
the cream of the thing, those who had the luck to get well 
away with the hounds and stuck to them, were Squires, Messrs. 
Orr, Thorburn, Couper, Hinshaw, Anderson, and two hard- 
riding young 'uns, Messrs. Colhns and Dunloj), also a heavy 
weight on a bay, whose name I could not find out. Some 
other good men who ride to these hounds, although not in 
the first flis:ht, were there or thereabouts. 


These hounds began cub-hunting on the 11th September, 
and were out fifteen days in Lanarkshre, and twice in Ren- 


frewsliire, killing 11|- brace of cubs. They commenced the 
regular season at Houston Kennels on the 30th October, and 
have been out twelve times, killing eight brace, having been 
stopped by frost three days. Foxes were never more plenti- 
ful than they are this season in the best part of their country, 
Renfrewshire, and this may be attributed a good deal to the 
conciliatory manner Squires has with the keepers, as a word 
spoken in anger sometimes, although not intended, has been 
the death of many a fox. Squires has 31 1- couple of working 
hounds, amongst which the following are as fine hounds as 
the keenest admirer of the noble science would like to see : — 
7 years, Amazon, by their Eambler out of Actress, a fine old 
bitch; 6 years, Novelty, by their Marplot out of Nightshade; 
5 years. Challenger, by Marplot out of Careful; Druid, by 
Fatal, out of Dainty; Garland, by the Brocklesby Gamester, 
out of Lord Fitzhardinge's Modish; 4 years. Wisdom, by the 
Belvoir Striver, out of Wishful; Monitor and Marmion, by 
Marplot, out of Matchless; Dexter and Tickler, by Fatal, out 
of Dainty; 3 years, Wanton and Wary, by Governor, out of 
Bridesmaid; Lowther, by Lictor, out of Artful; 2 years, 
Gratitude and Gossip, by Governor, out of Wisdom ; Cardinal 
and Clasher, by Dexter, out of Careful; and 1 year — Bertram 
and Banker, by Dexter, out of Bravery. The same two whips 
that were with them last season continue on — namely, Harry 
Pacey and Geo. BoUen. The weather has been vvretched 
since they began regular hunting, and Squires tells me that in 
all his experience, up to the present time, he never knew a 
worse scenting season. They have had nothing very much 
worth recording in the way of brilliant runs, but the following 
"spins" are worth laying before your readers: — 

Nov. 27.— Met at Shelford Toll. Found plenty of foxes in 
Neilston Pad, but could not run them a yard, owing to a lift- 
ing frost. Trotted away to the gorse and the Craig of 
Carnock, where a brace, if not a leash, of foxes were at once 
on foot. One broke at the top side, and went away over a 
nice piece of country to Newton-Mearus, where they threw 
up. Squires, who was on foot drawing the rocks, met two 


couple of hounds coming back into the Craig with a fox, and 
thinking it was the hunted one, did not get away with the 
others; but when he got to his hounds, quickly cast them to 
the left, back over the road, where they picked it up, and 
hunted him down past Greenbank and Broom to the Rouken, 
where he went to ground. I noticed some of the officers of 
the 5th Fusiliers, at present quartered in Glasgow, out, who 
went well. 

Saturday. — Met at Houston, always a favourite meet. 
Found a brace of foxes in the Scarth, and, after ringing round 
a bit, ran them into a drain. Found again at West Barlogan. 
He went out at the top end, as straight as an arrow, to 
Elphinstone, the hounds racing him, and only three or four 
who had their eyes open being with them — the gallant 
Master and Squires being " there." The fox never hung in 
covert, but went out at the top side over the country road 
and down to the left. Here they got on the line of a dis- 
turbed outlying fox, and ran heel down to his kennel, but 
Squires quickly lifted them, and cast over the road to the 
right, where they picked up the line of the hunted fox, and 
ran down to the Kilmalcolm Strips. He broke from here 
within a hundred yards of the hounds, and went away south, 
leaving Lawfield Gorse on the left, over the Knapps Muir 
back to West Barlogan, on to Emnely, going through the 
corner of the covert, went as straight as an arrow down to 
Bortherwickfield, which he did not enter, but went over the 
old steeple-chase course, all grass, up the hill through Olives 
(better known as Spiers' Young Covert). Then, leaving 
Drums to the right, went away for Barscube Hill, where they 
fairly ran out of scent. This was a very severe day, and 
although the latter part of the run was over a fine piece of 
country, horses and men were so beaten, having been at it for 
over two hours, that they were rolling about in all directions 
at the finish. 

Saturday, 18 (Bishopton). — Found at once in the Ferry 
Wood. The fox broke away through Drums and right over 
Barscube Hill, where, a thick mist coming on, only those who 


were well with the hounds ever saw them agaiu. The fox having 
lain down on the heather during the mist, was almost stept 
on by Mr. C. Couper's horse, when he jumped up, and went 
away down the hill a " clipper " to Finlayston, through which 
covert he went as far as the Broadfield boundary wall, and 
then, turning short back, they killed him at the low lodge — 
time 171 minutes, without a check. Owing to the mist, only 
a few who were close to them when the fox jumped up on 
the moor saw anything of it, namely, Colonel Buchanan, 
Squires, Messrs. C. Couper, Campbell, Thorburn, Hinsbaw, 
Holms, and Dr. Wolsey of the 5th Fusiliers. 


On Tuesday the 25th the above pack met at Crookston 
Castle, and had in the afternoon one of the best runs of the 
season. After drawing Crookston Wood blank — ^which was 
not to be wondered at, as they have killed two brace of foxes 
there this season — they trotted on to Hawkhead, a sure find, 
where a brace of foxes were at once on foot, one of which 
broke over the wall to the south, towards the Raise Wood, 
and then to ground. Went back to Hawkhead and got on 
the line of the other fox, but he was so dreadfully mobbed by 
the field that " Who'-hoop " was very soon the word. Here it 
would not be out of place to give a word of advice to a large 
number of persons who come out to hunt, subscribing nothing 
to the hounds, and deliberately riding over sown grass and 
wheat Avhenever they get a chance ; in fact, going out of their 
way to do it, annoying the Master, and causing great damage. 
It would add greatly to their own safety, and the comfort of 
regular hunting men, if such parties would stick to the roads. 
After this little digression, we will proceed with our narrative. 
In going up to the first gorse at Fereneze, the farmer informed 


the huntsman that he had seen a fox come up from the Raise 
into the covert, and he proved to be correct, as the moment 
they were thrown in a fox broke towards Trees ; the hounds 
flashed out to the north-east, but, swinging back, picked it up, 
and went away, leaving Trees to the left, down past West 
Arthurlie, round the bottom of the hill, passing Mains and 
Killoch; he then turned straight up the hill, as if his point was 
the Kippielaw, but did not go into the wood. Here some over- 
zealous riders went on along the road to the left, and, as the 
scent was rather catching, caused the hounds to swing too 
far to the south; but old Squires, by a judicious cast, hit it 
off to the west side of the Duchielaw, and away they raced, 
inclining rather towards Hawkhead. At a rather nasty boggy 
wall a member of the Hunt got a nasty fall, pitching on to his 
head in a bog, and came up, as poor Tom Oliver used to say, 
looking seven ways for Sunday. A slight check took place at 
a small water-course, but they got on his line to the left at 
once, and went away at a rattling pace for Gleniffer, near 
which wood the gallant Master got a nasty purl, his horse 
putting his foot in a rabbit hole, rolled clean over, but beyond 
a severe shaking, no harm was done. The fox here went 
down to the bottom of the covert, and broke at the Glasgow 
side, where a gentleman in a black coat, having had the luck 
to go down the hill, was seen sailing away with them all by 
himself. The hounds stuck to their fox here beautifully, 
hunting him in a most patient manner, through a severe storm 
of hail, down to Glenfield,and then straight up the hill to ground 
in a drain near Barrhead — time, forty-five minutes, with 
only one check to speak of. Up to Glenifier — which was the 
cream of the thing — the most prominent men were .Colonel 
Buchanan, Mr. Couper, on " Lottery ; " Mr. Hinshaw, on 
" Bud worth ;" Mr. Addie, Mr. R Kidston, Old Squires, and a 
very promising " young 'un," Mr. Dunlop, younger of Tollcross, 
who rides well and forward. As the day was very stormy, a 
number of sportsmen from Featherbedforshire had gone home 
before the run, which was much to be regretted, as they lost 
a very good thing. 



Saturday, 28th March. — Met at the Wallace Monument, 
one of the highest jDoints in Ayrshire, from which a magnifi- 
cent view is to be had of the surrounding countries, with the 
bold peaks of Arran in the background. As it was generally 
supposed to be the last day of the season, a Ir.rge field 
assembled to do honour to the popular Master, Mr. Ewen, 
amongst whom were the Marquis of Ailsa, the Earl of Eglinton, 
the Hon. Seton Montgomery and the Hon. Mr. Vernon, Capt. 
Tait of Millrig, Captain Neil and Lady, Captain Finnie of 
Newfield and Lady, the Misses Anderson, Mr. Adam, younger 
of Tour, and Miss Adam ; Mr. Fairlie, younger of Coodham ; 
Col. Hay Boyd, Mr. Cunninghame, Maulside ; Mr. Kerr of 
Cunningham Hall; Messrs. Patrick, Boyd, Houldsworth, 
Chalmers, Kippen, &c. Before commencing the legitimate 
business, Captain Neil arranged to have a drag, which was 
well laid, under his direction, by Mr. Dunlop, over about five 
miles of a magnificent grass country, with only one ploughed 
field. They started in a large grass field at Midton, and went 
away a burster, leaving Fail Water to the left, where, in olden 
times, as Ramsay says in the " EvergTeen," 

" The Friars of Fail drank berry-brown ale, 
The best that ever was tasted ; 
The Monks of Fail made very good kaU 
On Fridays when they fasted. " 

From this the line lay past the rabbit wood on to Law, and 
up over Pisgah. Here, in a small spinney, a brace of foxes 
jumped up, and the hounds, changing from the drag, went 
away racing down the hill towards Little Foulton. Mr. 
Ewen, however, got them quickly stopped, and laid on the 
line again back at Pisgah, where they ran down the hill past 
Barnweill old church, and on to Craigie Byre to finish. As 
the day was intensely hot, a halt was now called, and an 
adjournment made to one of Captain Neil's farm-houses, 


where an excellent luncheon was provided for all comers. 
After the usual coflfee-housing was over, a move was made to 
the meadows, where a hare was at once found at Midton. 
They went away at a great pace towards Caldrongill on to 
High Landside, from this to the left to Low Landside, and 
then down the hollow and up over Barnweill Hill. Here a 
slight check took place, as the hare turned sharp to the left 
down the road, and the hounds flashed over; but quickly 
getting on the right line again, they raced away up the hill to 
Craigie village, where she gave them the slip. The distance 
the hounds went was about four miles, with only one check, 
over the finest country in the world; and from the fact of Mr. 
Ewen's pack consisting chiefly of draft fox-hounds, the pace 
they went was tremendous, nothing but a well-bred one being 
able to live with them. Found another hare near Fail, and 
ran up to the monument, back down the hill, and killed — 
thus finishing as fine a day's sport as any one could wish for. 


With the exception of one or two small spins, these hounds 
have had little or no sport this season. On Tuesday, however, 
they had one of the best runs it has fallen to the lot of most 
sportsmen to see. The meet was Tawthorne Toll. After 
rattling them about a little in the morning, they found a real 
good " 'un " in the Deane Covert. He broke over the road, 
pointing straight for Kilmaurs Mains. " Go along," cries Cox; 
" the beauties are streaming over the cream of the country, 
and catch 'em if you can." And sure enough it was a cracker, 
as they went almost straight as an arrow to Priesto^vn (the 
best of them not being able to live with the hounds), where 
we believe he was brought to hand. Distance from find to 
finish, ten miles, with hardly what you would call a check. 
Although the hounds had rather the best of it, his Lordship 


Cox, the Hon. G. Montgonierie, Mr. Richard Oswald, yr. of 
Auchincruive, Mr. J. Cunninghame, Mr. J. H. Houldsworth, 
and Mr. Middleton, of the 12th Lancers, were not very far off 
from the darlings. We hope that this run is only a beginning 
of many good things that we may have the pleasure of 
chronicling in the pages of the Herald. 



Tuesday, 10th. — Met at Crofthead, drew Glanderston Gorse, 
the Wauk Mill Glen, and Patterton round covert blank; but 
the moment the hounds were thrown into the Rouken, a sure 
find, a brace and a half of foxes were at once on foot, but, 
unfortunately, from the field surrounding the glen, a brace 
were chopped. While the funeral obsequies were being per- 
formed an old dog was viewed away over the Kilmarnock 
Road. Squires lost no time in getting on his line, and away 
they went a burster past the Cleugh and on to Greenbank, 
where the fox turned to the right, as if the Netherton Braes was 
his point, but, changing his mind, went straight up the country 
parallel with the Eaglesham Road, then, turning more to the 
right, he crossed the Earn Water near Hazletonhead, going 
round Hazleden, the residence of the indefatigable Secretary 
of the Hunt. Here he made a curious turn round Southfield 
House and back across the Clarkston Toll Road down to 
Mearns Castle, going back almost in a line with the road 
passing Kirkhill round Greenbank, and on leaving Capelrig 
to the left nearly to Patterton, where they fairly ran into him 
in the open. Time, one hour and ten minutes, with two 
small checks; distance, the way the hounds went, twelve 
miles. This was a very fine run, and if it had not been for a 
wire now and then, which gave the hounds rather the advan- 
tage, would have been perfect. 


Tuesday, 17th. — Met at Gleniffer to finish the season in 
Renfrewshire. Found a brace of foxes in the Fereneze Gorse, 
and, after one or two very pretty rings round the hills, ran 
both to ground in some old drains. Went on to the Game 
Wood, and found at once. He broke at the south side, down 
the hill, past Low Capellie Farm-house. (Just as the hounds 
went away, an old and enthusiastic member of the Hunt got a 
bad fall, breaking his collar bone.) The fox then turned 
sharp up the hill, going straight as an arrow to Middleton 
Wood. Squires, getting first over a boggy ditch in the hollow, 
led with the hounds up to the top of the hill, where the most 
of the field got up, and met the hounds streaming out of the 
wood. He then raced away over the top of Corkindale Law, 
inclining rather to the left down to Loch Libo, where this 
gallant fox did not hang an instant, but went out at the 
bottom end to Caldwell, the hounds racing for blood. Being 
dead beat, he lay down in the new garden ; but jumping up 
in view of the hounds, they raced him across the avenue, over 
the Lugton Inn Road and back again, nearly down to the inn, 
where they killed him. Time, thirty-eight minutes, without 
the semblance of a check, and all grass; distance, seven miles. 
This run was acknowledged by all those who had the good 
luck to be in it as the best of the season, being as straight as 
an arrow and all sound going, with no fences too big for either 
hounds or horses. A word of praise is due to M'Pherson, Mr. 
Graham's keeper, who admirably carries out his master's 
views with regard to always having foxes in his fine grass 


Last week a large number of redcoats, accompanied by a 
sprinkling of the fair sex, assembled to meet the popular 
Master of the above pack at Bangour House. Amongst those 


present were two well-known members of a west country pack, 
who used to have very good sport with Jack Fleming and the 
Hon. Mr. Sandilands over this country in days gone by. I 
am informed that the field was in great luck, as the hounds 
had the best run that has taken place since Mr. Hope took 
the management of this pack. They found a " good 'un" at 
once in the old Bangour Covert. He went away due west, 
nearly to Cairnpapple, then turned up the hill to the right, 
where a slight check occurred. Up to this they had been 
going a cracker; time, sixteen minutes. They then went to the 
strips to the right of Wallhouse, and on to Lothcote, leaving 
Cochleroi to the right, and down towards Linlithgow; he then 
turned up again, going over a nice bit of country to Champ- 
fleurie, and bending away up hill they lost him. Time, from 
find to finish, one hour thirty minutes. It was stated by 
some of the old huntiug men that the above run was one of 
the finest they have ever seen in this country. 


" Of all our British manly sports 
Fox-hunting is the best ; 
In spite of wars and petty jara 
That sport has stood the test." 

I am sorry I have had so few opportunities of chronicling 
the doings over hill and dale of the above pack as yet; but 
the fact is the Fates have been against me. Never in the 
recollection of the oldest hunting man has there been such a 
season. Last year was bad enough in all conscience; but, 
with the exception of one or two good hunting days at the 
commencement of the season, the curlers have had it all their 
own way. Most unaccountably, at the beginning of the hunt- 
ing in Renfrewshire foxes were running about like rabbits, 
but latterly, although most of the keepers say they see a 


" tod " almost every day when they are out shooting, still, 
when the hounds come, they are non est. This may be 
accounted for by the fact that there are in Eenfrewshire a " 
great many capital outlying patches of gorse; and I think if 
Squires, instead of trusting too much to his regular coverts, 
were (as Lord Eglinton used to do) to draw his hounds 
oftener through such places, he might drop on a fox now and 

Tuesday, 7th. — Met at Crookston, but the mist was so bad 
that, after waiting an hour, it was no use, so home was the 

Thursday, 9th. — A bye day at the same meet. Found in 
Crookston, and chopped. Went over to Hawkhead, where a 
fox was at once on foot. He broke across to Crookston, and 
on to Pollok, where he was lost. I am sorry to say that the 
whole of the fine Fereneze country was afterwards drawn 

Saturday, 11th (Bishopton). — This meet in olden times 
was generally considered the crack one of the season, but 
times have changed. Knockmountain is not as it used to be. 
Drew Erskine blank, but the keeper here had the misfortune 
to lose two foxes in the thaw, they having been drowned by 
the flooding of a drain. Trotted on to Westferry, which 
apparently was drawn blank, although it was reported a fox 
had been seen at the low end. A skedaddle took place from 
the covert after some young hounds " running riot," the field 
going off at a score, thinking it was a fox. 

" I can hardly describe all the frolic and fun 
Which always takes place in the start for a run, 
But must quote the old proverb, howe'er trite and lame, 
That the foot-people often see half of the game." 

When the hounds ran up into High Drums Covert a fox went 
away up through Park-Erskine Glen. Here a gentleman in 
black tally'd the fox, in covert, and turned him from his 
point, which was evidently Barscube. Going across Dargavel 
Burn he turned up to the right, leaving Corslie Covert, and 
went on to Elphinstone to ground. Very fast while it lasted. 


I cannot understand why the earth here should not have been 
stopped, as when the hounds meet at Bishopton, and draw 
the coverts in the vicinity, a fox is generally forced to fly to 
the high country. The rest of the day was spent in drawing 
covert after covert blank. It was, however, a very raw, cold 
day, with a good deal of snow in the high country, and " Mr. 
Tod" may have been very sensibly underground. 

A good deal of amusement was caused the Monday follow- 
ing by a man leading a fox by a string up and down past the 
Western Club, a wag suggesting that no doubt he had heard 
of the scarcity of that animal on the last day's hunting, and 
had come to offer the fox to some prominent member of the 
Hunt to ensure a find at their next meet. 

Tuesday, 14th (Bridge of Weir). — The moment the hounds 
were thrown into the long covert (East Torr) a brace, if not a 
leash, of foxes were on foot, thanks to that keen preserver of 
foxes, Mr. Graham — 

" Hark the loud peal begins the clamorous joy, 
The gallant chiding loads the trembling air. '' 


The fox went away east, leaving Bridge of Weir to the left, 
and on over the Locher Water to what is known by hunting 
men as M'Call's Covert; being headed here, he turned back 
over a fine line of grass country with some thumping walls, and 
was run to ground at Carruth. This was a very good twenty- 
five minutes. Went back to East Torr, where a fox broke at 
the east end, and went away over all those large grass fields on 
to Auchincloich. Here he was coursed by a collie dog, turned 
back to the hounds, and eventually run into the open, after a 
good hunting run of forty minutes. Not content, Glentyan was 
then drawn, from which they had a very smart spin of about 
twenty minutes, and another kill in the open. Although this 
was what may be called a " ringing day," still it was one of 
the best they have had this season, as in all three runs they 
had the hounds with them most of the time. 

Thursday, 16th (Castlemilk). — Found in the banks as 
usual. The general line of a fox from this covert is the 


Castlemilk country, but on this occasion he went in quite a 
different direction, going away across the Cart, towards Busby. 
The first whip, Mr. J, Hamilton of Greenbank, and Mr. CoUins 
got well over, but a well-known member of the " Glasgow iron 
ring," who followed, got into a hole (where I recollect seeing 
John Harrison nearly drowned long ago), and was left for 
drowned, the pace being too good to stop and pick him out; 
however, I am glad to say he got up to the hounds afterwards. 
The field all went round by the bridge at Lynn. The hounds 
went at a slashing pace over the road, leaving Williamwood 
to the right, on past Greenbank to ground at the Broom. 
George, the first whip, was the only man with them. It is a 
great pity the field did not " knick " in, as they went over a 
fine line, with, strange to say, little wire. Went back to 
Castlemilk, and had a very sharp burst up to Dechmont Hill, 
where they lost him. A new and keen member of the Hunt, 
mounted on the "Sard," went well in both runs; and I only 
hope that, although not a hunting man before, he having now 
tasted of the joys of the "noble science," will be keener than 
ever. Hoping that, now the mild weather has set in, I may 
have some good runs to chronicle in your pages, I can only 
wind up with the following lines: — 

"The dream is o'er; what more is in the chase, 

'The love chase,' when all's o'er but a sweet dream ! 
A dream in which the fancy goes her 2Mce; 

A. dream of tree, and field, and sunlit stream, 
And gloomy hollows, where the fern decays, 

Yet makes the foxes' solitude. I seem 
Lost in my vision. Off, light thoughts, begone ! 

'Tis but fox-hunting that I wi'ite upon. " 


"Though scarlet in colour our clothing, 
Our pinks may be tiuged in their hue, 
The red cap of liberty loathing. 
Each sportsman's at heart a true blue ; 


Througli life 'tis our sworn resolution 
To stick to the pig-skin and throne ; 
We are all for a good constitution ! 
Each man taking care of his own." 

The above lines, slightly altered from " Bailey," will, I think, 
express the feelings of most sportsmen, and in spite of all the 
Dilkes to the fore ! there does not seem to be any falling off 
in the followers of the most popular and health-giving sport 
in the three kingdoms. Long may such be the state of 

Tuesday, 1873. — Met at Castlemilk, where Captain Stuart 
dispensed his usual hospitality; after which a move was 
made to Netherton Braes, where they found at once, but, 
unfortunately, the fox got to ground in the rocks. Drew 
Castlemilk lower woods blank. A good number of foxes have 
been killed hunting this year at Castlemilk, and even the 
best coverts are sometimes blank from some unaccountable 
cause. Every one knows, as I have had occasion to say 
before, that Hunter is as keen a preserver as his master could 
wish, so it is not his fault. Found in the " Muir " and ran 
down to Cathkin, where he went to ground in a drain; after 
an hour's digging he bolted, and Squires giving him good law, 
they went away a burster up the hill, back to where they found 
him. Disdaining, however, to enter the covert, and no doubt 
being hard pressed, turned to the right, rather pointing 
for Carmunnock, but went away towards Chapelhill and 
crossed the Kittoch water; going along the banks he re- 
crossed the burn, and turned up towards Limekilns, and 
leaving the coverts on the right, crossed the Kilbride road, 
and was run to ground in a drain quite close to Old Frams 
house at Calderwood, just about ten yards in front of the 
hounds. Time, forty minutes, without a check, over an entirely 
grass country. But, alas! I have once more to condemn that 
dreadful system of man-traps, namely, running wire through a 
hedge which is hardly visible, until you are made aware of 
the fact by a frightful '• cropper." If it had not been for 
these " stoppers," this run would have been perfect. Captain 


Bunburj, Scots Greys, who went well, did a thing I have read 
about, but never heard authenticated. At one of the wire 
fences he got off, laid his red coat over the wire, and then led 
his horse over. Towards the finish the hounds rather split, 
but those who were first up when the fox went to ground 
were Messrs. Durham Kippen, Peter "Whyte, John Reid, yr. 
of Gallowflat, A. Chalmers, Geo. Kidstbn, Captain Bunbury, 
and Mr. Stuart, yr. of Castlemilk. That veteran sportsman, 
Mr. A. Scott, also went well throughout, I was sorry to miss 
the face of a keen sportsman at the meet whom no weather 
ever stops. I hear he is temporarily confined to his room, 
but everyone hopes soon to see him again at the covert side. 


" I have lived my life, I am not yet done : 
I have played the game all round ; 
But I freely admit that the best of my fun 
I owe it to horse and hound." 

Kilmalcolm, 80th November, 1873. — There was an old 
saying, "Out of the world into Kilmalcolm;" and for a great 
many years the village was one of the oldest-fashioned in 
Scotland. Since Col. Buchanan bought the Finlayston estate 
the aspect of affairs has completely changed. Most of the old 
hovels have been demolished, excellent houses erected in their 
place, and Kilmalcolm bids fair, from the salubrity of the 
atmosphere, and the easy access to Glasgow, Greenock, and 
Paisley, to become a rising locahty. To show the antiquity 
of the old part of the village, I noticed one cottage with the 
date 1626 over the door. By the way, a good deal of mis- 
apprehension exists with regard to the meaning of the name 
Kilmalcolm, most people thinking that the name originally 
arose from the fact that St. Malcolm was a martyr in the 
locality. This, however, is a mistake. The name was 
originally " Kilmalcolm," or the burying-place of St. Malcolm. 


But I am running away with the harrows. There was a very 
large field out, and I was very glad to see a number of young 
faces, who, I hope, although they may come to grief now and 
then at starting, will not give it up if they have one or two 
falls, but stick boldly to the noble science of fox-hunting. 
The Colonel intended to draw the Slates first, and then 
come round by Craigmarlock, but as the morning was so thick, 
Squires thought it would be better to take the other side of 
the country. Found at once in Aucheubothie Gorse; in fact, 
I viewed the fox away from the covert before the hounds were 
thrown in. He went back, however, and they ran him round 
the west end (where I think another fox went away to 
Craigmarlock), and he broke down the hill over a little boggy 
hollow as if for the strips, but went along the west side 
of the road, and up over the Kilmalcolm and Finlayston 
road, and tried the earth at Knockmountain. Finding no 
refuge there, he then went to the left, over the high part 
where the original covert was (rather a nasty drop to 
negotiate), and down over the above-mentioned hill to the 
west end of Finlayston, where they ran him to ground in the 
rocks above the Greenock road. This was a very pretty 
twenty minutes, and as hard as they could " leg" it all the way 
without a check. Trotted up to a small part of gorse, near 
what they call Brodie's Wood. It is a curious fact that, when 
the Colonel has been out shooting, he has invariably put out 
a fox from this whin; and just as Squires was going up to the 
covert, so sure was he that he would be at home, and afraid 
that he would chop him, cracking his whip, out he went like 
an arrow. The hounds ran him through Craigmarlock and 
down to the Dam. Leaving Castle Hill to the left, the fox went 
over the water. Here the field lost sight of the hounds, as 
they went round the side of a small hill on to Aucliindores. 
The Colonel, thinking they were bending for Knockmountain, 
jumped into the road, and the field followed. At this point, 
the second whip, who had collected three couple and a half of 
hounds, must have headed him, and, riding down the Finlay- 
ston road, turned off to the right with these hounds. Seeing 


the whip, the Colonel thought he must have viewed the 
running hounds. This, however, was not the case. I viewed 
the body of the pack take their fox (which was only 150 
yards ahead of them) up to Midhill Gorse. Galloping down 
the road, the field met the hounds coming down into West 
Finlayston, and here "Mr. Fox," as the writer of "Happy 
Thoughts" calls him, had a narrow squeak for it, as they 
were just at his brush. He managed, however, to give 
them the slip, and went away by Burnside over Barscube Hill, 
a regular pumper. Squires had a cropper here. His horse 
put his foot in a hole, stumbled, and the old gentleman rolled 
off, I am happy to say, without injury. While he was down, 
the Colonel offered to wait for him, but the old man, with 
his usual pluck, cried out, "Go on, Colonel; it will take you 
all your time to catch 'em." Going down the hollow there 
was some slow hunting, and a party from Paisley, on a " woe 
begone" jade, which looked as if he felt unhappy outside the 
knacker's yard, pressed the hounds. Squires cried out to him, 
" If you have a wife and family, for goodness' sake don't go so 
near my hounds, as, if you do, they will eat both your horse 
and yourself." But Mr. Graham's keeper hollo'd them on, and, 
going up through Muirtown, they ran him into Elphinstone. 
It is a question if they did not change foxes here. One 
broke as if for Clives, but, being headed, went back, and 
breaking at the same point, went up to the above-mentioned 
covert. Mr. Durham Kippen (who had a fall in the run, but, 
luckily, was not hurt) viewed him, and informs me that he 
thinks it was not the run fox that went on. The Colonel, 
however, tells me he is inclined to think that they must have 
changed in Elphinstone, as he viewed a fox dead beat before 
the hounds, and told the whip to be sure and stop them if 
they got on to the fresh fox. As bad luck would have it, 
however, the hounds slipped out at the east corner, and raced 
their fox back through Muirtown to ground at Clives. This 
was as fine an hour and a quarter as these hounds have had 
this year, and the scent was wonderful over every sort of 
ground. A word of praise is due to Mr. Hay, the Finlayston 


keeper, for his excellent show of foxes, and he ably carries out 
the views of the lessee of the shooting, to take care of them 
like " babies." I am sorry to hear very bad accounts of 
" vulpecidism" on the march of the county; but I am informed 
that the statement made as to the number of foxes killed is 
very much exaggerated. I have another grievance, " wire," 
which, I am sorry to say, is becoming prevalent in our best 
country, and I can only conclude this account by Whyte 
Melville's protest: — 

" You may bore the blackthorn and top tbe oak rail, 
Here courage can serve, and there craft can avail ; 
The seasoned old horse does his timber with ease, 
The young 'uns jump water as wide as you please ; 
But the wisdom of age, and the four-year-old's fire. 
Are helpless alike if you ride 'em at wire." 

The above day's sport was, taking it all in all, one of the 
best I ever saw; and my only regret was that the gentleman 
with the umbrella arrived too late to see any of the fun. 


Sir, — It is a curious fact that very often when the Colonel 
takes the hounds down to Renfrewshire for a day's cub- 
hunting they have a "clipper," and on Saturday last one of 
the best runs took place over the cream of their country that 
the Colonel tells me he has ever seen. The meet was 
Kilmalcolm, and it was much to be regretted that there were 
so few out even cub-hunting, as, although the ten o'clock train 
to Kilmalcolm only stopped for riders, still, if they had con- 
sulted their time tables, they would have found that Port- 
Glasgow would have suited quite as well, as it is only about 
three miles from there to Craigmarlock, the first covert drawn. 
Did not draw Aucheubothie Gorse, but trotted on to Craig- 
marlock, where a brace, if not a leash, of foxes were on foot. 


which were well rattled about, as also in the gorse above 
Finlayston, but without a " Who'-hoop." The moment the 
hounds were thrown into the east gorse above Finlayston 
House there was an immediate "chorus," and a fox broke 
straight up the hill to the west of Bogside Farm, and going to 
the east of Knockmountain, he turned up over Barscube Hill 
to the north of the Eden Farm. Then going along the north 
side, the Colonel thought he went into the top side of Park 
Erskine Glen, above Drums; and not wishing to disturb Mr. 
Graham's coverts, he and the field following rode down the 
glen on purpose to stop the hounds; but the hunted fox had 
never gone into the covert, but just skirting the top end 
turned sharp to the right, and nine and a-half couple of 
hounds raced him through Muirtown Covert on to Elphin- 
stone. Here Squires lost his running hounds. Standing 
on the highest point of Knockmountain, Mr. Aitken's 
keeper (a keen preserver of foxes) and myself, on foot, 
were astonished to see the nine and a-half couple come 
racing down the hill from Elphinstone without a soul 
near them. Crossing the Dargavel Burn, they then ran 
up along the wall that leads up to the road, down to Fin- 
layston, as if the fox was going back to his old quarters; 
but turning to the left, they crossed the hollow, and casting 
our eyes forward, we viewed a small dark coloured fox making 
for the gorse; but seeing us as he turned round the bottom, 
not going up to the main earth, he went on down through the 
hollow up to the strips, and, leaving the Doctor's house to the 
right, went away to the left of the village of Kilmalcolm, and 
was run into just a little above the Buchanan Arms, without 
a rider within five miles of them. Young Mr. Stoddart 
(Broadfield), happening to be coming up from the train, saw 
the "kill," and picking up the fox, went away in search of 
Squires; but I have not heard as yet if he fell in with him. 
The event caused quite a sensation in the village. Up to 
Park Erskine Glen there was no check and all grass, and the 
Colonel and Mr. D. Kippen, who were in it, inform me that 
it was as nice a twenty-five minutes as they have ever seen in 

Renfrewshire, and all the hounds up, which is saying a great 
deal for young 'uns. I can say that from the time I saw them 
corning over the hill from Elphinstone they never had a sem- 
blance of a check, and the time from find to finish would be 
about fifty minutes. From what I hear, some of them had 
quite enough at Drums from the pace they went, and I doubt 
very much if any horse could have lived with them to the 
finish. Colonel Buchanan was within a hundred yards of his 
" beauties " all the way to where they were thrown out; and 
Mr. George Kidston, Mr. Durham Kippen, and young Mr. 
Arthur were in their usual places. The opening meet of the 
above pack will take place here, to-day, at the Kennels, an 
account of which I hope to give in your next edition. 


Saturday, 8th March. — Met at Bridge of Weir; one of the 
largest fields I have seen this season, the Meet being gi^aced 
by an unusual number of the fair sex. The morning was 
everything that a sportsman could wish for, and the universal 
remark was, "There must be scent to-day." As old John 
Harrison used to say, " Scent, sir, is a thing nobody knows 
anything about till they try;" and my advice to young 
sportsmen is always to say, "I think the scent will be bad to- 
day," and if their predictions don't turn out correct so much 
the better. Old John was right when he stated scent was an 
enigma. I have seen hounds at Shotts running with a breast- 
high scent over "snow" in the open, and when they went 
into covert, where the snow was melted, throw their noses up. 
Again, I have seen them running in the open, where the 
snow was lying, hardly speaking to it, and whenever they w^ent 
into covert where snow was lying, racing after their fox; such 
is scent, and on Saturday we had a very good idea of this. 
Drew the Scarth and West Barlogan blank, but a fox 
jumped up on the Knapps Muir, and ran to ground in the 


hollow, supposed to be a vixen. Found again in Lawfield 
Gorse, and ran with a catching scent round by Ennely towards 
the Scarth, and on to Botherwick Field, where they lost him. 
Drew the Wreas, Muirtown, and Elphinstone blank, but there 
seemed to be a slight " drag," as the hounds feathered every 
now and then, as if a fox had gone away before them; how- 
ever, they made nothing of it. Went back to Corslie Gorse, 
on the Barrochan estate, where, it is needless to say, Scott has 
always a fox, and of course he was at home. The fox broke 
at the top end, and went up towards Muirtown; leaving this 
covert on the left, he then bent away down over the Dargavel 
Burn, and up over Barscube Hill. Some of those who had 
been racing "jealous " pretty well pumped. In going down 
on the other side, Mr. Wallace, the sporting Glasgow dentist, 
who seems to lead a charmed life with hounds (although, I 
must say, always riding good cattle), jumped a wall with a 
wire along the top, stumped the field, and had it all to himself 
down to Westferry. After crossing Barscube, the line lay past 
Gleddock. Not hanging in the Ferry Wood, this gallant fox 
went straight on to Castle Hill, and leaving Drums to the 
right, went down the hollow over a magnificent bit of country, 
and was run to ground in a drain at Dargavel; time, fifty 
minutes, without a check. Those who were in the cream of 
it were — Col. Buchanan, up to Barscube, Messrs. D. Kippen, 
Watson, P. White, Wilson, Hunter, Smith, W. S. Stuart, yr. 
of Castlemilk, J. Hill, George Kidston, A. Crum, and a well- 
known old sportsman. A ludicrous incident happened to Mr. 
Watson's hunter on the way back. The horse, being taken 
suddenly with an attack of the megrims, lay down, and made 
vigorous efforts to depart this life; so much so, that Mr. Watson 
walked home, and sent his servant down to report progress. 
The servant returned and said the horse was " defunct," and 
the only thing that was wanted was a knacker cart ! 
However, during diuner a messeoger came up, and reported 
the horse had come to life again; and after being judiciously 
treated by young Mr. Cockburn, V.S., is now, I am happy to 
say, all right. 



" There are soul-stirring chords in the fiddle and flute, 

When dancing begins in the hall, 
And a goddess in muslin, that's likely to suit. 

Is the mate of your choice for the ball ; 
But the player may strain every finger in vain. 

And the fiddler may rosin his bow, 
Nor flourish, nor string, such rapture will bring 

As the music of sweet Tally-ho!" 

I can imagine some of your fair readers perusing the above 
verse of Whyte Melville's, and saying, "There's that rude 
Stringhalt putting fox-hunting before dancing;" but J can 
assure the dear creatures that this is far from my intention, 
I have always found that genuine sportsmen, and especially 
fox-hunters, are most assiduous in their attention to the fair 
sex; and whenever their services are required in getting up 
assemblies, &c., &c., it is never " hoick-back," and most of 
'em can hold their own when "tripping the light fantastic 
toe" against the majority of the "Jeunesse dore" who do 
not hunt. I must now struggle through an account of the 
" run of the season," and it is with a good deal of difficulty I 
do so, as, having had the pleasure of writing so many 
accounts of sport with these hounds this season, it is difficult 
to vary one's accounts. 

Saturday, 11. — Met at Craigends — one of the largest meets 
I have seen this season. After partaking freely of the hospi- 
tality of the Laird, Squires trotted off, and drew the west 
covert blank. Just as he had drawn his hounds out, and was 
going towards the north covert, he cried to the Colonel, " I 
think I heard a hollo! sir." It appears that the footpeople 
had disturbed the covert, and a fox had broken away down 
the avenue and through the lodge gate. Although hardly 
applying to this run, I cannot help quoting again from 
Melville — 


" A fox for a hundred ! they know it the pack, 

Old " Chorister" always speaks true ; 
And the whip from the corner is told to come back, 

And forbid to go on for a view. 
Now, the varmint is spied as he crosses the ride — 

A tough old campaigner I trow — 
Long, limber, and gi'ey, see him stealing away, 

Half a minute ! and then Tally-ho ! " 

The moment the hounds went out at the gate they picked 
it up, ran up the road a little, and then turned to the right, 
round the back of Houston House; and going through the 
small plantation, they crossed over the bye-road from Houston 
to Barrochan, and raced over to the main road, leaving the 
farm-house to the left, where at our first steeple-chases we used 
to get weighed. The fox then bent up towards Olives, but 
turned down to the left, and went over the old steeple-chase 
ground across the Wreas Road, down over a rather nasty bit 
in the hollow to Botherwickfield. Up to this point they had 
been going a " clipper;" but as the fences were small, most of 
the field managed to live with them. The fox did not hang 
in covert, but broke away to the right, and, leaving Ennely to 
the left, went up the hill to the Wreas. "Hoick-forrard," no 
chance of getting a pull at your horse, as they went on without 
a check down through the stacks at Shovelbread Farm ta 
Muirtown. The hounds went through the north end and up 
to Elphinstone. A number of the field at this point, not 
being very well forv>rard, rode straight through Kilallan old 
wood up to Elphinstone, and "knicked" in. The hunted fox 
did not go into the covert, but turned to the right (a fresh fox 
jumped up on the moor above Elphinstone, " Chorister" and 
another hound going away with him to the Kilmalcolm strips), 
went down over the Dargavel Burn, up over Barscube Hill, 
and down through Netherton Covert to West Ferry, where this 
gallant fox saved his brush by going to ground ; being com- 
pletely out of the country which the Colonel intended drawing, 
the earths were open. It was generally agTeed that this was 
the run of the season. Time, fifty minutes ; distance eight 
miles, with hardly what you would call a check. The hounds 


flashed out at Botherwickfield, and there was a slight check 
above Elphinstone; but if it had not been for these "pauses," 
nobody would have been able to keep up with the hounds, 
owing to the state of the country. Up to the Wreas there is 
no doubt the Colonel could not be caught, " besting" most of 
the "fast 'uns." The Lord-Lieuteoant was in his usual place 
at the finish; and his eldest son, Hugh, went like a sportsman 
from find to finish, and was never very very far off the 
" darlints." Long may we have the same class of young 
men to ride straight, and lend us a hand in promoting the 
noble science of fox-hunting. Amongst the new division, 
young Mr. Muir and Mr. M'Farlane went well. The old 
hunting division, whose names it is unnecessary to mention, 
were in their usual position. I would offer a word of advice 
to some of the new men out this year. Some of the old 
members have informed me that several of them (of course 
through ignorance) are in the habit of "rushing" at gaps, 
getting over first, and then spurticg up the next field, I have 
no doubt thinking they were doing a great thing. I would 
advise such gentlemen to be a little modester until they learn 
a little more about hunting. 

Some of the Ayrshire division were out, and were highly 
pleased with the run; and Major Naper of the 11th, well 
known as a first-class man with hounds in all countries, and 
taking a line of his own, was well in at the finish, told the 
Colonel it was as good as he had seen. Just as the hounds 
went away, Mr. George Dunlop, Tollcross, got a bad kick, and 
suffered a good deal; but although having to get off, with his 
indomitable pluck he was hoisted into the saddle and rode on. 
Although suffering a good deal of pain, I hear to-day there 
are no bones broken, andt hat he is going on well ; and all 
members of the Hunt will be glad to see such a good 'un again 
in the saddle, going in his usual form. 



' ' Rouse, boys ! rouse, 'tis a fine hunting morning ; 
Rouse! prytliee, rouse, let us on to the chase; 
Let not the time fiy whilst you're adorning, 
But onwards to covert fly at a brisk pace." 

I did not expect to have the pleasure so soon of again 
giving an account of the doings of this pack; but it never 
rains but it pours, and really runs are now coming fast and 
furious, to make up for lost time, 

Saturday, 18th (HowwoodToll). — Found at once in the Skiff 
Wood. After ringing once or twice round the covert, the fox 
broke at the east end above the rocks pointing to Loch Libo, 
but bent away rather to the right round to South Castle 
Walls, and straight on to Overtoun, as if his point was now 
Caldwell. Being headed here, he turned sharp back by 
Springside, and down over the road to the Bleachfield. 
Going round Easterhill, he then went to the left towards the 
Brimmer, and was run into in the open above Belltrees. Time, 
thirty-five minutes, without a check. This was a very fine run 
for hounds, but some nasty boggy places at starting prevented 
most of the field from getting well away with them. Just as 
the hounds went away, whilst the riders were going through 
a gate at a farm-yard, a person rushed out and tried to stop 
them, and even went the length of catching the reins of an 
old and respected member of the Hunt; however, a "doughty 
champion," from the " middle of Renfrewshire," jumped off 
his horse, and the obnoxious individual was soon disposed of, 
the riders getting through. As the only field they went over 
was unsown plough, there could not possibly have been any 
damage done. 

Found again in Bardrain young covert, and had a very 
sharp burst on towards the Skiff, down through Johnstone 
young covert, and back up the hill again, where, as it was 
getting late, they whipped off. 


Tuesday, 21st (Darnley Toll). — Found in the Waulkmill 
Glen, and went away at once up the hill to Lyoncross Farm. 
Then, going over the road, they went round the Balgray 
Reservoir, on past Netherton and Balgraystone to the Craig 
of Carnock, the fox evidently intending to try the earths. Up 
to this point it was as straight as an arrow, and only those 
who were on the south side of the glen got well away with 
them, namely, the Colonel, Messrs. D. Kippen, Monteith, 
Davies, 5th Fusiliers; Jackson, and young Cockburn the vet. 
A slight check took place at the road close to the rocks, which 
let the field up. The Colonel, by a clever and quick cast, 
swung the hounds round back over the road, and away they 
streamed again across the hoUovv. 

" The jack-snipe started from its dream, 
The pee- wit answered with a scream; 
Round and around the sound was cast, 
Till echo seemed an answering blast." 

The line novf lay over the Walton Burn, and down over a 
nasty wire fence into the road. Going on past Craigton, the 
fox went over the Middleton Muir to the Dod Hill, where 
they killed him. This was a very fast thirty minutes, with 
only one check, and by some was considered very nearly as 
good as the opening day. 

Saturday, 25th (Broadfiekl). — Drev/ the Devol's Glen blank, 
but found in the gorse above Finlayston. Ran down into 
the low wood and lost. A well-known member of the Hunt, 
who generally goes very straight, v/as accused of heading the 
fox, but from my " Mount Pisgah " view I thought others 
were to blame as well as him. Drew Knockmountain and 
adjacent gorses blank; however, at this season of the year it 
is uncertain where to find foxes, as they are generally going 
in pairs, and, sure enough, whenever the hounds were thrown 
into the Kilmalcolm • strips, three foxes were viewed away 
by some labourers draining. The hounds settled down to one, 
and raced across the hollow, up to Knockmountain. As 
they went into the gorse they divided, four couple of hounds 
turning down the hill, but the body of the pack and the field 


went right over the old covert and down across the road 
nearly to Castlehill Farm, where a check took place. Squires 
cast them forward, when they picked it up again and ran 
down into Finlayston and lost. It is a singular thing how 
often a fox is lost here; but there may be ''reasons," as there 
are capital breeding earths here, and it is getting late in the 

Tuesday, 28th (Hawkhead). — A lawn meet, where Lord 
Glasgow, with his usual kindness, although not himself pre- 
sent, provided a most rechercM hunt breakfast for all comers, 
and an invitation, if anywhere near about luncheon time, to 
pop in again. Found a brace of foxes in Crookston Wood, 
one of which, after running up to the top of the covert, was 
headed by the gentleman on the ride, turned back, and broke 
at the bottom end. Leaving the burn to the right, he went 
on to the Barrhead Road; but being headed here, turned to 
the right into Hawkhead, round the back of the stables, and 
over the Park wall. Unfortunately, the small wooden gate 
between the two policy gates was locked, and Squires had to 
take his hounds round, which must have given the fox at least 
ten minutes' start. However, Squires, by a judicious cast got 
on his line again, and they went away, leaving Logansraes to 
the left, over the Paisley Road, very nearly to Glenfield, as if his 
point was Gleniffer. Changing his mind, however, he then went 
straight up the hill, over a fine grass country, to the Duchielaw 
new covert, and then on to Capellie Plantation, generally called 
the Game Wood. Here he must have waited for the hounds, 
being rather beat, as when he broke on the south side they 
went away a burster, and, turning down the road to the rail- 
way, went up the hill, and was killed in the open, near 
Shelford Toll. Time, one hour twenty-five minutes. Although 
not a racing pace, this was a very fine hunting run, and very 
nearly straight. With the exception of one young hound, 
every hound was up at the death. 

The brush was presented to Mr. John Hamilton, of Green- 
bank, an old member of the Hunt, who used to keep a capital 
pack of harriers in the Mearns country. 


Those gentlemen who knew old Kemp, and recollect the 
wonderful performances, for a man of his age, after the hounds 
on foot, would be repaid by a visit to the shop of Mr. Dougall, 
gunsmith, 23 Gordon Street, where there is at present a life- 
like bust of the old man, done by a local artist, Mr William 
Houston, 328 St. Vincent Street. Subscriptions for the bust 
will be received at the shop. 


March 22nd, 1873. — I have had the pleasure of writing so 
many accounts of "good things" with the above pack this 
season that I am afraid your readers must be beginning to 
tire of reading them; but I think the sport of Saturday last 
is almost unprecedented in the annals of the Lanarkshire and 
Renfrewshire Fox-hounds. Saturday, 18th, met at Finlay- 
ston, one of the estates of the esteemed Master of the Hounds. 
The mansion-house and shootings on this estate, most sports- 
men will be glad to hear, have been leased by that genuine 
sportsman, Mr. George Kidston. It is needless to say that 
Hay has always plenty of foxes, and the moment the hounds 
were thrown in the east gorse a leash were on foot. One 
broke to the south and went up over the hill, another went on 
towards Westferry, with two or three couple of hounds. In 
the meantime the body of the pack were running a fox towards 
the house. This fox crossed out over the road near the smithy 
and went up the hill, leaving Knockmountain on the right. 
The fox then went away with turned back to Finlayston, and 
the hounds flashing a little crossed the line of the one which 
went away from the east end, and ran him over Barscube 
Hill on to Elphinstone to ground. Trotted back to Finlayston, 
and chopped a fox in the West Covert. Found again in a 
small gorse near the railway above Broadfield, and came away 


at a rattling pace through the north corner of Craigmarlock, 
down over the Greenock Road, up by Auchenbothy Gorse, and 
ran into him near Knockmountain. This was a very sharp 
fifteen minutes. Just as they were running into their fox, 
Mr. D. Kippen flew a high wall up hill with a paling on it, all 
the rest of the field going through a gate. As they were on 
their way home, most of the field having had plenty, a young 
sportsman, who never cries " enough," requested Squires to 
make one more draw, and he ran his beauties through Park 
Erskine Glen, Drums, at 4.10, when the "biggest fox that ever 
was seen" jumped out of the top strip. Crossing back down 
over the glen, he went up over the left shoulder of Barscube 
Hill, and going down over the Dargavel Burn went round the 
Wreas side of Muirtown, on to Elphinstone. The fox then 
turned to the right, ran down to the Kilmalcolm strips, and 
up over Knockmountain. Going straight again back over 
Barscube, he went up the hill the second time to Elphinstone. 
Never hanging in covert, although the earth was open, this 
gallant fox went on, leaving Lawfield Gorse to the right, over 
High Barlogan, down through West Barlogan ; doubling back 
he came out at the east side, and going through Ennely, went 
on to the Wreas, where, as it was getting late, and both hounds 
and horses were completely "baked," Squires stopped the 
hounds; time, one hour and twenty-five minutes; distance, 
about twelve miles. Although it was a sort of ring, still they 
hardly ever checked, but hunted steadily in covert and out of 
covert all the time, showing that the Colonel's hounds can both 
race and hunt. The only four that saw the finish were 
Mr, George Kidston, Mr. W. Campbell, younger of Tillichewan, 
Mr. J. Wallace, and Squires (who got to his hounds at High 
Barlogan). Mr. George Smith, Mr. Muir, Mr. Stewart, 
Mr. William Finlayson, and young Mr. Arthur, went well as 
long as they could. 

The Clydesdale Beagles, I am informed, had a very good 
run on Saturday, and accounts from other packs state that 
there was a wonderful scent in the afternoon. 



"Listening how the hounds and horn 
Cheer'ly rouse the slumbering morn, 
From the side of some hoar hill 
Through the high wood echoing shrill." 


" All hail" the commencement once more of the noble sport 
of fox-hunting; and although we have only been at the cubs as 
yet, still, is there any true sportsman's heart that does not 
rejoice at once more being able to participate in the "sport of 
kings, the image of war, and only five-and-tv/enty per cent, 
of the danger." It is not everybody, if they wish to do so, 
can play at billiards, cricket, or croquet; but there are very, 
few, from the prince to the peasant, that cannot enjoy a bit of 
hunting. The cripple on his crutch, the sweep on his " moke," 
the elderly gentleman on his cob, the pedestrian, the fair sex, 
and the scarlet-coated subscriber, can all enjoy the exquisite 
joys of the hunting field; and although those ma}'' be found 
who, from ignorance, denounce fox-hunting, the chase will 
always find favour as long as horse and hound are available 
for the recreation of man — 

"Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, 
And the rocks melt wi' the sun, 
I will loo' thee still, my dear, 

While the sands o' life may run." 

What grander sight for any one's eye than a meet of fox- 
hounds — and may we never lose it! Where can coolness 
and courage be exhibited to greater perfection than the sight 
of a first-flight man taking a line of his own over a stiff 
country? — and where will you see such nerve and pluck ? How 
can he tell what is on the other side of every fence? — but he 
resolutely throws his heart over and jumps after it. In the 
words of an old sportsman: — 

"Oh! if there be in this earthly sphere 
A moment of bliss a sportsman holds dear, 


'Tis the last big fence in a run without pause, 
That makes a man chance his neck in the cause." 

Col. Buchanan has as yet confined his operations mostly to 
his own district, where there has been a very fair show of 
cubs; and a word of praise is due to Capt. Colt, Gartsherrie 
Cottage, and Mr. Jackson, Calder Park, for their excellent show 
of foxes. Old Squires comes out again like an evergreen, as 
he is, and it would have done anybody's heart good to have 
seen him the other day, like a two-year-old, on the steep 
bank at Calder Park, amongst the "dar lints," working his fox. 
I am glad to see that old sportsman, John Hendrie, out again; 
and his "fidus Achates," James Paul, the best of servants, is 
all there. I am sorry to report no great addition to the rank 
on the part of the " Jeunesse dor^" of Glasgow, two to one 
bar one, and the "field a pony," seems to please them better. 
Lord Eglinton opens on Friday the first November, and the 
Colonel on the Saturday following, when I hope to be able 
to give your readers further particulars as to the results of 
the cub-hunting season. 

"They may rail at this life— from the hour I began it 
I have found it a life full of kindness and bliss ; 
And until they can show me a happier planet, 
More social and bright, I'll content me with this. 

"As long as one has a strong back and good thighs. 
And can foUow the chase, altho' on their feet, 
They may say what they like of the sport in the skies. 
But terra firmcCs the place with a pack that is fleet." 


" The steady bay bearing the huntsman well — 
Within the covert Squires' inspiring cheer, 
The nervous sterns shaking the dull green dell — 
The anxious skirter of the copse appears ! 


But liark ! tlie deep unerring tongue, the bell 

Of the dark wood, proclairaing sport is near ! 
And the view hollo ! when the skulker makes 
Down the dry ditch, and pressed the open takes." 


Tuesday. — Met at Crookston. Sharp frost, and not a very 
large field, so many horses having been "baked" in the long 
run on Saturday. Apropos of this, there is a well-known 
sporting dentist in Paisley, who goes as long as he can; 
although his weight prevents him being a first flight man, 
the spirit is willing, and he generally manages to see a good 
deal, from his knowledge of the country: — 

" Some good fellows there are, unpretending and slow, 
Who can ne'er be thrown out, cos they ne'er mean to go, 
And oftentimes, when the run's over, these tell 
The story much better than those who went well. 
For we're all of us thi'own out in turn." 


The same gentleman having nicked in near the finish on 
Saturday, found a young gentleman lying down beside his 
horse (a young 'un), did the good Samaritan in the shape of 
a few hatfuls of cold water, and I am informed that both 
horse and rider are still in the land of the living. However, 
" hark back " to our run. The morning was very misty, and 
there was a doubt if it " ivould do." A good deal of chaff 
took place while Squires was waiting till the mist cleared off. 
The promising young 'un, riding up to an old member of the 
Hunt who was riding a very mealy -faced grey roan, asked him 
the price of soap, as it appeared his horse's face had not been 
washed lately. A young member asking Squires why he did 
not begin, he said, " Well, sir, if you will kindly hang a 
lantern on to the tail of Mr. Kippen's horse, perhaps I 
might." (The bay in question had his tail up, and belonged 
to one of the straightest riders and genuine sportsmen in the 
hunt.) But revenons a nos mouton. The moment the 
hounds were thrown into Crookston Wood a fox was on foot, 
and after a ring or two I viewed him away. He was a " big 
'un" in this instance, there was no mistake; but in most 


instances, when anybody sees a fox, he generally is described 
as the biggest fox ever was seen. Ran him over to Hawk- 
head, and lost him. Drew the Wreas blank. Roedeer 
running about like rabbits, and during a little bit of riot, a 
neighbouring farmer informs me he viewed two foxes go away 
to the high country. Squires took his hounds away up the 
hill to the Duchielaw Gorse, and found at once. Away he 
went a cracker, making a ring round to Gleniffer. Skirting 
the covert, the fox then went along the face of the hill, over 
some beautiful grass country, and down a steep part, where 
it was anything but child's work, down to Newton Wood — 
generally known by old hunting men as Spiers' Covert — 
lying just above the village of Elderslie, on the Johnstone 
Road. Here they must have changed foxes, the run fox 
having been seen going out at the west end towards Milliken. 
The hounds, however, went away up the hill to the left, past 
Bardrain, and away over a fine grass country, as if he was 
making for Loch Libo; but as it was getting dark, with a 
fresh fox. Squires gave it up, both hounds and horsemen 
having had enough. The time from find to finish would be 
about an hour, and they were going all the time. 


Saturday, January 5, met at Bishopton. After those who 
had been at the Gaelic Club ball the night before had re- 
freshed themselves at "our obliging hostess of the Bishopton 
Inn," where the B. and S. was served by her bonnie daughter, 
a move was made for West Ferry. The moment the hounds 
were thrown in a fox broke at the west end, and went away 
with the hounds at his brush (most of the field being left 
behind), as if pointing for Finlayston, but, being hard pressed, 
he turned to the left towards Knockmountain. The hounds 
here flashed over the bye-road down to Finlayston, near the 
small cottage where the " yelping collie lives." But Squires 


quickly cast them back, and they raced up the road to the 
right, down over the Dargavel Burn, and across the boggy 
hollow, where most of the " funkers" were left behind. The 
line then lay up the hill, and leaving Muirtown to the left, 
they raced away over the hill to the west side of Elphinstone, 
which covert he disdained to enter, but going straight on, 
they lost him at Lawfield Farm-house. Squires cast the 
hounds on over the road towards the gorse, but could make 
nothing of it. In coming back, the hounds feathered all 
round the farm-house, as if the fox, who must have been dead 
beat, had taken refuge there. A "buxom" lassie appearing 
at the door, one well-known member of the Hunt asked her 
if she had seen the " tod." She at once answered, " Would 
ye like to ken?" and I have my suspicions that the said 
bonnie lassie had taken compassion on poor foxy, when he 
ran into the barn, and had locked the door! I have no doubt 
she would let him out to fight his battles o'er again. Colonel 
Buchanan, Mr. C. T. Couper, Mr. Wallace, and Squires, were 
the only four that got away well and lived with them to the 
finish. Mr, G. Dunlop, Tollcross, and Mr. James Couper, had 
about the next best position; but great were the disciples of 
"Macadam," taking a survey of the country about two miles 
off the hounds. The distance from point to point would be, 
without exaggeration, five miles, and quite straight, with only 
one " flash;" the only regret being that a number of good men 
and straight riders did not get away with them, and as the 
pace was so terrific there, had no chance of catching them up. 


"But can tlie eye pause on the pictured sheet ? 
The Colonel's hounds — the strong, the staunch, the fleet — 
Come trotting to the Meet, amidst the February haze, 
And coats get reddening with light—' The Meet ' 
At the bro-WTi covert side — the day of days 
Rises and lives in all its Ufe before us. 
And hope, with breath suspended, waits the chorus." 

Saturday, March 4. — Met at Linwood. Drew the Moss 
blank, but this was not to be surprised at, as the keeper at 
Burnbrae got no notice to stop his earths. Found at once in 
Craigends. The fox broke as if for Linwood, but turned to 
the left over the Gryffe, went up the Barrochan Burn, on 
through the north covert to the small toll near Drums, but 
turned back, and was killed on the road near the north covert 
at Barrochan, A brace of foxes went away to the high 
country with two or three couple of hounds, showing there is 
no scarcity of the " wily " in Scott's district. Trotted back to 
Houston Wood, v/here a fox was at once on foot. After 
ringing round the stables, he broke over the old steeple-chase 

"The hounds are well laid ou, save two or so, 

And these are soon Avhipped to their music too ; 

The riders dash, the Colonel these retard, 

In mUd requests that will hold hard. " 

The Colonel thought at first that the hounds had flashed 
outside the covert, and sent Mr. Collins and Mr. Arthur to 
turn them, but Miss Hinshaw, who happened to be driving 
past at the time, viewed a fox over the road, and told them 
the hounds were right. These gentlemen did not stop, but 
went on with the leading hounds round by Clives down to 
Barrochan, the field being a mile behind them. Two foxes 
came into the covert at Barrochan, the hounds going on with 
one to Park Erskine Glen, and down to West Ferry. Here 
the earths were open, why, I cannot say, and some foxes on 
foot went to ground. The run fox being out of his latitude, 
and not knowing the earths, went on. Going out at the 
west end of the Ferry Wood, he turned up by Barscube Hill, 
and then, bending away round by Barrochan, was killed in 
Houston Wood. 

"The coats, dyke-stained, here almost ceased to blush, 
But all are revelling over speed and death ! 
No one in modern days regards the brush, 
So that Fox-Coke, the great Lord Nimrod, saith, 
I do not this as an improvement hail, 
For, like O'Coimell, I would have mj' 'tail.'" 

This was a very fine hunting run, and quite fast enough 
during part of it for the best of them. Down to West FeiTj 
it was pretty straight, and the Colonel, Squires, Messrs. 
R Kidston, Smith, Thorburn, Hunter, and Donaldson were 
well up. 

Tuesday, March 7th. — Met at Castlesemple. Found in 
M'Call's Covert, and went away a regular burster through the 
Torr, on to Carruth. Going through this covert, the fox went 
up in the direction of the moor, and then turned to the right 
down to Duchal. He then came along the face of the hill, 
and was run to ground near the Bridge of Weir, The first 
part of this run was a steeple-chase, as the hounds had a 
breast-high scent over a grass country, with severe fencing. 
Mr. Couper and Messrs. Coats and Thorburn were not far ofif 
the darlings during the best part of it. Of course, the Colonel 
and Squires were in their usual places. 


Saturday, April 8. — Met at Bridge of Weir. A regular 
summer day, more like yachting than fox-hunting. Drew 
the Torr, Carruth, and Barr Craig (M'Call's Covert) blank, 
then went over to the other side of the country, where they 
drew the Scarth blank also ; but in crossing the low end of 
the Knapps Muir a fox jumped up in view of the hounds, 
and went away a buster through West Barlogan and out at 
the east side. Going past Ennely Farm-house, he went on to 
Botherwickfield. Here a slight check took place, but they 
picked it up again at once, and raced away over the old 
steeple-chase ground, splendid going, past Gryffe Rays, on 
over the Bridge of Weir road, leaving Goudjdee to the left, to 
ground at the Mines. Time, twenty minutes; distance, about 
four miles. This was one of the prettiest spins they have had 
this season, as the fox crossed the cream of the country. Up 


to the check, Mr. C. T. Couper, Mr. George Dunlop, and Mr. 
T. Thorburn had much the best of it. The hounds have been 
out sixteen days cub-hunting — killed fifteen brace and ran 
two and a half brace to ground; fifty days' regular hunting 
— killed sixteen and a half brace and ran nine brace to the 
ground. Out of sixty-six days advertised, they have been 
stopped by frost thirteen days. On the whole — being out 
fifty-three days — they have killed thirty-one and a half brace 
of foxes, ran eleven and a half brace to ground, and had one 
blank day. There has been no scarcity of foxes till late on in 
the season, when some of their best coverts were drawn blank ; 
but as the owner of these coverts is well known to be a 
staunch preserver of foxes, it must have been more bad luck 
than anything else, as, in shooting the coverts, they have 
never missed seeing two or three foxes at least. A special 
word of praise is due to Mr. John Graham, the tenant of the 
Drums shooting, whose coverts have never been drawn blank. 
Old Squires keeps as fresh as ever, and his "cheery" voice 
has lost none of its music. I believe he intends going on 
another season, and I only hope to see him looking as well at 
the covert side with his beauties next year. Little George, 
the first whip, is as active as a kitten, and has been doing 
very well, but I am sorry to hear he is leaving. The Colonel's 
hounds have been in splendid form, and with anything 
like a scent, no fox has been able to live before them. We 
must now hang up the " old red rag" and betake ourselves to 
other sports for a while, only hoping that when winter comes 
round again the same old jovial faces may be spared to meet 
us at the covert side. 


It has long been felt that a pack of foot beagles would 
afford excellent sport and a recreative amusement to a number 
of young men in Glasgow who are fond of hunting, but from 


business ties can only get away for a half-holiday, and who 
cannot afford time to ride with fox-hounds. A movement 
was set on foot some time ago to organize such a pack, and 
after having been met with the greatest kindness by most of 
the landed proprietors in the neighbourhood of Glasgow, 
granting permission to hunt over their lands, eight couple of 
the Honeywood breed of beagles were purchased at a 
moderate figure, and arrived about a fortnight ago, averaging 
about fourteen inches. Among the list of subscribers are the 
names of many of our best young athletes, a number of whom 
have shown prominently in most of the local games, such as 
football, cricket, running, &c., &c. Mr. Robertson Reid, of 
Gallowflat, has kindly undertaken the duties of Master, and 
his son, Mr. J. R. Reid, has been appointed secretary. The 
best thanks of the subscribers are due to the last-named 
gentleman for the great trouble he has taken in using his 
best endeavours, assisted by the committee, in getting up the 
pack. On Saturday the opening meet took place, about the 
worst day I ever saw; but about ].30 some of the right sort 
arrived at Gallowflat, in a well-appointed four-in-hand, a 
smart tandem following. After partaking of the Master's 
hospitality, a move was made to Burnside Loch, near which 
they were not long in finding puss, who gave them a short 
ringing spurt up to a bit of plantation near Cathkin House. 
Here the hare had a narrow escape, as Juryman had a snatch 
at her when breaking covert, but she got away up the hill 
and was lost. That genuine sportsman and farmer, Mr. Love, 
of Mid Farm, here invited all present to come in and have 
"one;" and I can tell you we required it, being wet through, 
and running all the time knee-deep. Mr. Love finding us 
another hare, we had another spin, but shortly gave it up, 
it being such an awful day. I think it right to mention the 
names of those who had the pluck to come, viz. : — The Master, 
Mr. J. Reid, Mr. J. R. Reid, Messrs. Scott, Brown (2), Burrell, 
Smith, Stow, Davie, Whyte, and Buchanan; Major Maclean, 
Rifle Brigade; Campbell, and " Stringhalt." I forgot to 
mention that Peter Brown, who whipped-in for some time to 


the Ayrshire Harriers under Mr, Ewen, has been appointed 
huntsman, and is giving satisfaction so far. The meets are 
strictly private, no one is allowed on horseback, and members 
are admitted only by ballot, A word of advice to some 
gentlemen who run jealous — Don't get before the " little 
dawgs." I have no doubt if we have a fine day next meet 
there will be a large turn-out, and I hope to see some of the 
fair sex out, who, I am sure, will enjoy the sport, patronizing 
us with their smiles. 


1 am happy to say this little pack is turning out a great 
success, and showing capital sport under the able mastership 
of Ml-. R. Reid of Gallowflat. Peter the huntsman is doing 
well, is a " beggar " to run, and, like all Irishmen, is always 
full of fun. The ladies are beginning to take a great interest 
in the hunt, and have turned out on several occasions to see 
the sport. Every occasion on which they have been out they 
have had great sport, and as much running as the keenest 
would wish. I had an opportunity of seeing their working on 
Wednesday, and was highly pleased, although they were 
hunting under great disadvantages, as the hares were far too 
" often." However, the little dogs did well, and were rewarded 
after a good spin with blood. It was amusing to see Peter's 
face trying to give a " Who'-hoop " without any breath ! as he 
had been running about five miles across ploughed fields. It 
should be borne in mind by those who criticize the pack, that 
it has been quickly got up, is only in its infancy, and next 
year there is no doubt the hunt will be extremely popular ; 
and I can only advise those young men who are fond of a 
spin across country, coupled with a bit of hunting, to join at 
once. Mr. J. K. Browne informs me that the Garscube day 
was the hardest he has had — so much plough— and I must 
say I have seldom seen any man go so well over such a severe 

running country, and often undergoing the extra work of turning 
the hounds. The thanks of the ckib are due to the landed 
proprietors who have kindly given them leave to hunt over 
their lands; and in every instance, I am happy to say, they 
have been met with the greatest cordiality by the farmers, 
without whose good wishes and support there would be no 
hunting anywhere. 


This Club finished their football season with a hounds-and- 
hare run on Saturday. The Meet was at Bearsden, and was 
graced by a good turn-out of ladies. The hares — Messrs. W. 
S. Smith and D. H. Watson, of mile-running fame — went off 
at 3.17, and ten minutes later were followed by the pack of 
fourteen hounds — the right division, under the lead of Mr. J. 
W. Arthur, the left under Mr. W. D. Strachan. The day was 
beautiful, the going good, and everything in favour of a 
successful run. After leaving Bearsden, the scent lay over 
Castlehill, which, notwithstanding the opposition of a stalwart 
" farmer's boy," was safely reached by the whole pack. Here 
the first check took place, owing to a false scent; but soon 
the right trail was hit, and the whole went tearing down the 
hill to the west, the master " coming a cropper " in the first 
plough. Off they went straight for Duntocher, but after a ten 
minutes' spin the scent lay back, and it looked as if the hares 
were making for home, which, however, was a long way off. 
Another false trail at a farm-house threw the bulk of the 
pack very badly out, and, though they " harked back," they 
did not hit it off. Two of the junior division — Messrs. Tod 
and A. Arthur — had, however, struck the right scent. Soon 
on the line passing down in front of Garscadden at a good 
pace the railway was crossed, and all looked like going for 
Yoker; but, coming to the canal, they went to the left, and 
all kept along the water's edge. Eeaching the Crow Road, 


they returned to the canal, and on they went for Kelvin. 
Turning down at Kelvindale, a scent improving, they went by 
the Kelvin on to Peartree Well, past the mills and the 
nursery, and into Burnbank by Lansdowne Crescent. Here 
the umpires were ready, and timed as follows : — The hares 
arrived at 4.36, being one hour nineteen minutes from time 
of starting, neither gentlemen appearing much exhausted. 
The first of the hounds put in an appearance fifteen minutes 
later, Messrs. Gartley and J. W. Arthur arriving at the head 
of the pack within a few seconds of each other; three minutes 
later Mr. G. Heron appeared, and then Messrs, A. T. Arthur, 
W. D. Strachan, W. S. Heron, A. Tod, Allan Arthur, and W. 
Chrystal, in the order named. The hares, as will be seen, 
won over the first hounds by five minutes, thus proving their 
well-known going qualities. The run was about nine miles, 
and was done in seventy-nine minutes. Of the hounds, 
Messrs. Gartley, Arthur, Heron, and Strachan ran well ; while 
Messrs. Buchanan, Chrystal, Taylor, and Tod went a good 
course as long as they were in. 


" Say, what is wealth without delight? 
'Tis dross, 'tis dirt, 'tis useless quite ; 
Better be poor and taste of joy. 
Than thus your wasted time employ. 
Then let a humble son of song 

Repeat those pleasures most divine ; *■ 

The joys that life's best hours prolong, 

Are those of hunting, love, and wine." 

Houston, Saturday, Nov. 1, 1873. — "The first day of the 
season!" What emotions of joy do these magic words excite 
in the heart of any true sportsman. I can see him taking the 
old "red rag" out of the drawer where it has lain, well 
peppered, since last season, cogitating over the many good 


runs it has seen, and thinking whether it will do another 
year. " No," he says, " too many bog stains; I have made a 
good spec, in 'pigs' this year, and I will have a new one." 
M'Ewen accordingly " suffers." There is no doubt hunting 
has been from time immemorial the king of sports, but I 
have no patience with those who run down other sports 
because they don't care about participating in them. A true 
sportsman can enjoy every pastime in its season in modera- 
tion, without neglecting the duties of that situation in which 
it has pleased God to place him. Before proceeding to the 
business part of my article, there is one question I have often 
been asked, " How is it you can see anything of the sport on 
foot?" I can only answer that any one who knows the 
country, and is acquainted with the run of foxes, sometimes 
sees more on foot than those on horseback (although the 
latter is preferable). There are plenty of excellent coin de 
vantage in Renfrewshire, from whence you can see a panorama 
of the whole chase, very often the hounds coming close to you. 
For instance, any of the hills above Finlayston, the Fereneze 
Hills, the Pad, &c., &c., not taking into consideration the 
magnificent views to be had from all these points. I shall be 
happy to pilot any lover of sport who can do his twenty miles 
a day (he may not have to walk five) any day there is a good 
meet, and I will guarantee him plenty of sport, a good 
appetite, and a sound sleep. I may mention that in all my 
wanderings I have always experienced the greatest kindness 
from the farmers, and whenever there was a " wee drappie " 
in the bottle it was never long in making its appearance! 
Owing to an unaccountable scarcity of foxes in their best cub- 
hunting country. Squires has not had such a good opportunity 
of schooling his hounds as in former years; but, with their 
extraordinary •' dash," it is wonderful how he has managed to 
" steady " them so well. Notwithstanding unfortuitous cir- 
cumstances, he has brought six brace of cubs to hand with 
one or two very good spins. In the Lanarkshire county, at 
Medrox Gorse, thanks to the laird, who is a genuine sports- 
man and a keen preserver of foxes, they found at once, and 


went away over very much the same line as they did a year ago, 
ran to ground, and bolted him; but a tremendous storm coming 
on, they were obliged to give it up. A run which has hardly 
been equalled took place while out hunting at Shelford 
Toll. After finding a good litter in Loch Libo. an old dog 
fox broke away down tov/ards Uplaw Muir, it being impossi- 
ble to stop them. Leaving Knockinae to the right, he then 
turned south, and leaving the Moines Farm to the left, tried 
the Quarry Mines near the Grange Wood ; but not finding 
any refuge here, he swung to the left round the south side of 
the Dod Hill, and going over Middleton Muir, came back 
over the Craig of Carnock, and going straight down to Pollok 
Castle, they ran into him in the open. Owing to wire, Squires 
could not get. to his hounds during most part of the run. I 
have seldom heard of a better line of couutry in olden days, 
now cursed by wire, than the line the hounds took. Squires 
has thirty-two and a-half couple of working hounds, including 
seven couple of young 'uns. Every hound in the kennel has 
been bred by himself, with the exception of a stallion hound 
from the York and Ainsty. I never experienced a more in- 
auspicious opening day; it did not only rain, but it deluged, 
never during the day clearing off for one minute. It being a 
fine morning to start with, one of the largest fields I have ever 
seen turned out to show their appreciation of the noble science. 
I was delighted to see a number of "dear creatures" on side 
saddles, who, notwithstanding the inclemency of the weather, 
came gallantly to the front, and I must not forget to mention 
that a number of ladies, although on four wheels, took an equal 
interest in the performances of certain gentlemen, with pal- 
pitating hearts, when they were going at an extra big wall. 
I am sorry I cannot lay before your readers a fanciful account 
of the opening day, as I have really nothing to write about. 
A brace of foxes were found in Botherwickfield — one went to 
ground, the other went over the Wreas Road and down to 
Olives. Slipping out at the south side, he ran down to 
Houston Wood, and I think crossed into Craigends; but as the 
Colonel did not wish to disturb these coverts, a move was 


made for the liigli country. Found at once in Lawfield Gorse, 
rattled him twice round the covert, when he broke to the 
right, on to the Kilmalcolm Strips, where they killed as bad a 
fox as ever faced the open. It was a very short spin, but young 
Mr. Ward, nephew of our popular secretary of the Hunt, went 
well, and was presented with the brush. Found again in 
Auchenbothie Gorse, and ran up to the strips, but a perfect 
storm of hail coming on. Squires thought it was no use perse- 
vering. During my experience of twenty-five years' hunting, 
off and on, with these hounds, I have never been oat on a 
worse day, which is saying a good deal. Squires seems to be 
in as good form as ever; his cheery voice has lost none of its 
charm, and seems to be quite as clear as when he used to 
make the Hampshire woods echo "over and over again" with 
his musical " view hollo !" 


Having received a kind invitation to have a day with the 
Major's " little dawgs," I found myself at Ralston, near Glas- 
gow, on Wednesday week, at two o'clock; and I must say, 
seldom have I experienced a better day's sport, not even with 
harriers. A good hare jumped up on the south side of the 
hill, near the canal, and away they went in view down to the 
mansion-house and up to the Water Tower. Turning to the 
right, the hare went back to the field, where she was found, 
and then ran through the policies. Going round the back of 
the garden, she lay down in a large stubble field, but went 
away whenever she heard her enemies, over the Paisley Road 
at Barshaw, near Alton Farm-house. Going down the hollow, 
they ran back over the road, and both hare and hounds swam 
the canal, and ran up to Hillhead Farm-house. From that 
point she ran down to the canal, then back up the hill and 
down the hollow. Turning sharp to the left, she jumped up 
in view, and was raced down to the Cart and back to Main's 


Farm, where she "was fairly run into, after one hour's hunting. 
The scent was rather catching, and of course there were a few 
checks; but the little dogs stuck to their hare well all through- 
out the run, and it was beautiful to see how they spread at 
a cast, every one trying for himself. The Master and Mr. J. 
Kay Brown stuck to them all through the run, and the 
" Laird " went well during part of it. The field was graced 
by a number of ladies, who had an excellent view of the run 
from a knoll at the back of Ralston House. The pack has 
been out nine times, and killed five hares. 


"We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top, 
And mark the musical confusion 
Of hounds and echo in conjunction." 

Saturday, Nov. 8th, 1873. — Met at Drums, and had a day's 
sport which has hardly been equalled. After partaking of 
the hospitality of the tenant, a move was made for the high 
wood, which, however, was blank, as well as Park Erskine 
Glen. Both these coverts were exposed to a keen north- 
eastern wind, and, as it turned out afterwards, the foxes were 
all lying on the lee side of the hill. Found in West Ferry. 
The fox broke at the east end, and, crossing the old Greenock 
Road, went on to Castlehill. Turning sharp back, he then 
crossed through by Ravenshaw, went up the west corner of 
Barscube Hill, through the Gleddoch, and swinging round by 
Barscube Farm-house, ran down to Drums, where they lost him. 
This was a straggling sort of a run, and the scent catching. 
In the afternoon they had a " clipper ;" in fact, I will be very 
much mistaken if it will not turn out to be the run of the 
season. Found in a small patch of gorse on the muir near 
the west end of Barscube Hill. Before the hounds were half 
through the whins their sterns began to move. " A fox, for a 

hundred," says Squires; "have at him, my beauties!" and 
immediately the Colonel's "view hollo" was heard, "Hoick 
forrard, away!" and then 

" Such a noise arose 
As the shrouds make at sea in a stiff tempest, 
A.S loud and to as many tunes. " 

Away they went, as fast a pack of hounds as any in Scot- 
land — a number of riders finding them a great deal too fast — 
down over the road and round by the Finlayston side of 
Knockmountain. Coming back through the above-named 
covert, he went down the hollow, leaving the strips to the 
right, and crossed the Dargavel Burn, Here a nasty bit of 
bog stopped a lot of them, as the hounds were racing. Going 
up the hill his line then lay by Muirtown, and on into Elphin- 
stone. In a few seconds on swept the musical pack, realizing 
Somerville's beautiful description : — 

"Hark! from yon covert, where those towering oaks 
Above the humble copse aspiring rise, 
What glorious triumphs burst in every gale 
Upon our ravished ears ? The hunter's shout, 
The clanging horns swell their sweet winding notes, 
The pack, wide opening, load the trembling air 
With various melody ; from tree to tree 
The propagated cry redoubling bounds. 
And winged zephyrs waft the floating joy 
Through all the regions near, 
The puzzling pack unravel, wile by wile. 
Maze within maze." 

Going through Lawfield Gorse, the fox ran over High 
Barlogan, skirting West Barlogan, and leaving the Scarth to 
the left, crossed the railway, pointing for Duchal. Going over 
the Gryffe, he then swung round to the left, and was run to 
ground at Carruth. Time, forty-five minutes, with only one 
check at Knockmountain. The pace was tremendous, and 
only those who got well over the bog were near the hounds, 
till they caught them at Elphinstone. The gallant Master 
getting away well, there is no doubt had the best of it all 
through. Mr. Wallace, dentist, was not far off him ; and old 


Squires was always there when wanted. Great was the 
" tailing," and more than one gentleman's horse lay down 
"clean pumped." After refreshing at Bishopton Inn, the 
liquor tasting doubly sweet from being supplied to us by the 
bonnie Miss Mackenzie, the landlady's daughter, we arrived in 
Glasgow, after a very hard day, about six o'clock. I am 
happy to say, so far as hunting has gone, the country seems 
to be very well stocked with foxes. 


" The wife around her husband throws 

Her arms to make him stay ; 
' My dear, it rains, it hails, it blows. 
You cannot hunt to-day.' 

Yet a hunting we will go." 

H. Fielding. 

Castlesemple, 22nd November. — And it was a bad night, 
enough to make any man consider twice whether he should 
send his horse on. But the fates were propitious; although 
it blew hard, the day turned out well, and scent was' good- 
Drew Greenside and Lawmarnock blank. Found a litter in 
Shillingworth Gorse; an old fox broke to the right, and went 
on to Lawmarnock. In the meantime Squires had a cub 
before him, and hunted him out at the north end, and killed. 
The fox that broke up the hill went through Lawmarnock, 
turned to the right over the Lochef water, and ran on to the 
Barcraig (better known as M'Call's Covert), going through 
which he went by Barmuffloch dam, and on to the Torr. 
Sinking the hollow, he crossed the Gryffe, and ran through 
the Scarth to ground at Bortherwickfield. Time, forty-five 
minutes ; but owing to the hounds dividing, it was an unsatis- 
factory run for the field, and the country they went across 
frightfully heavy going, although the hounds raced their fox 


all the way. With the run-fox a gentleman with a black 
coat, Mr. Wallace, and Mr. Couper, had about the best of it 
up to the Torr. After crossing the river, Major H^zelri gg, who 
had lost a shoe, knicked in, and was not to be caught till they 
ran to ground. Owing to the heavy going several casualties 
occurred, but I am happy to say nobody was hurt. 

" Hunting gives us jocund health, 
We envy not the miser's v^ealth ; 
But chase the fox or timid hare, 
And know delight he cannot share. 
Then home at eve we cheer'ly go. 
While round us brightest comforts shine ; 
With joy shut in we shut out woe. 
And sing of hunting, love, and wine ! " 


' ' What conduces to health deserves recommendation, 
'Twin entail a strong race on the next generation ; 
And of all the field games ever practised or known, 
That hunting stands foremost each Briton must own. " 

Tuesday, 25th. — Met at the Rouken, found at once, and 
after ringing once or twice round the covert, he was run to 
ground at Eastwood. Came back, found again, and ran past 
Greenback to ground at William wood, dug out and killed. 

Saturday, 29th. — Craigends, when, as far as they have gone, 
the run of the season took place. Found an old dog-fox in 
Houston Wood ; went away at once over the Houston Road, 
and through Craigends policies. Not hanging for a moment, 
the fox then turned to the right, crossed the road, went on 
over the Johnstone and Bridge of Weir Road, and, leaving 
Milliken to the left, ran up the hill to Shillingworth Gorse. 
From this point the line lay to the north of the Bar Craig, 
and straight on to East Torr, where they ran into him. 


Time, fifty minutes, with hardly what you would call a check. 
Squires says this was one of the best runs he has had in this 
country, and most of the field being with 'era, thoroughly 
enjoyed it, as it was a case of genuine riding to hounds, 
seeing them working, and not steeple-chasing after tail hounds. 
Old Squires went better than ever, and most of the "right 
sort " were in their usual places. 

"To live a life free from gout, paiD, or phthisic, 
Athletic employment is found the best physic ; 
The nerves are by exercise harclen'd and strengthen'd, 
And vigour attends it by wliich life is lengthen'd." 


*' Fond echo seems to like the sport, 
And join the jovial cry ; 
The woods, the hills, the sound retort, 
And music fiEs the sky, 

Then a hunting we will go." 


Saturday, 29th November. — Met at NeAvton Mearns. Drew 
the whins at Crosslee Bridge and found immediately. The 
hare, going away straight to Greenhaggs Hill, went by Nether- 
place and Malletsheugh. Here the pack divided, but two couple 
and a-half of the leading hounds stuck to the hunted hare, and 
pushed her up to the top of Greenhaggs, where she squatted. 
A check took place, but the hare was viewed doubling back 
to Malletsheugh, and then, circling away to the left, she went 
by Kilmuir Dam. By this time Peter, who had been away 
with another hare, joined in. Puss then Avent over part of 
the Mearns Moor, and going over the Kilmarnock Road, 
crossed the Crook Moss and circled round Hazelden Hill three 
times. A drenching rain beginning to fall did not improve 
scent, and after running down to Southfield Wood, on to the 
left by Westfield and Crook, owing to darkness we were 
obliged to whip off, after running three hours. The little 
dogs worked well all through, and never required casting, and 


it will be a long time before they see such a run again. 
Luckily the honorary secretary got on with the hounds, and, 
knowing them, they worked well to him. I am glad to hear 
this little pack, which deserves every encouragement, is re- 
ceiving much support from the landed proprietors, and is 
turning out a great success. 


" See how the morning opes her golden gates, 
And takes her farewell of the glorious sun ! 
How well resembles it the prime of youth, 
Trimm'd like a younker, prancing to his love ! " 

It was one of the finest November mornings when I found 
my way, on Saturday last, to Barrochan, to meet the Lanark- 
shire and Renfrewshire Fox-hounds. Being a favourite meet, 
it is unnecessary to say there was a large turn-out of the 
patrons of the noble science, both male and female; and I 
was pleased to see the "Druid" on "wheels," although he 
expressed to me afterwards an opinion that it would have 
been better if he had left the horse at home ! It is almost 
needless for me to reiterate my old remark, that wherever 
Scott is keeper foxes are abundant; and as long as the pro- 
prietor is Mr. Cunninghame of Craigends, everything is sure 
to go straight, being one of the right sort. When the hounds 
were thrown into the covert not a sound was heard; but to 
anyone conversant with the sport, from the movement of their 
sterns, it could easily be seen they were on a drag, as when 
they drew up to the earths five cubs and an old 'un jumped up. 
All of a sudden it was hollo! here, and hollo! there, enough to 
puzzle any hounds; however, as good luck would have it, half 
the pack went away with the old 'un, ran him up to Park 
Erskine Glen, over Barmore, and down to West Ferry to 


ground. Another fox went away from the woods, but as the 
Colonel wanted to draw the Houston country, he was not 
persevered with. Found again in the Clives, and ran down 
nearly to Houston Wood, where, being headed, he turned 
back and was " worried." Chopped in the Wreas and in 
Corslie Covert, thus finishing a most unsatisfactory day, and 
I might almost call it cub-hunting. While I am writing it 
looks very like that we will have — 

" An envious, sneaking frost, 
That bites the first-born infants of the spring." 

But there is a time for all things. Many a keen fox-hunter 
is also a curler, and likes to knock over a woodcock now and 
then, when he gets a chance, in frosty weather. 


" Let the man who's disturbed by misfortune and care 
Away to the woodlands and valleys repair; 
Let him hear but the notes of the sweet swelHng horn, 
With the hounds in full cry, and his troubles are gone." 

Tuesday, December 2 (Johnstone Castle). — Found at once 
an old dog-fox, ran him over the Rocks and killed. Found again 
in the Skifflat. The fox slipped away out at the top end of 
the covert and made a ring round to Loch Libo ; nobody with 
them. When Squires got up some of the hound's came out of 
a small strip of plantation with their muzzles bloody, so he 
thinks they killed. Found again in Bardrain Wood. Went 
down straight to Johnstone Castle, and killed. Another brace 
of foxes went to ground. 

Saturday, 6th December (Duchal). — Found, and ran up 
over the moor, and lost. Owing to wire, the field saw 
nothing of it; back to Duchal, and went away from the 


youDg covert, but lost him near Lawfield. In the mean- 
time a fox had been viewed away from the Kilraalcohii 
Strips, and Squires, who was then drawing Auchenbothie 
Gorse, quickly got his hounds on the line, and they ran him 
down the hollow and over the side of Barscube Hill, but could 
not make much of it, owing to roedeer. Went back to 
Knockmountain, and found at once in the top end of the 
gorse. He broke in view of the field, and running down as if 
his point was Finlayston, turned up to the right, and, going 
through Park Erskine Glen, went by Corslie Covert on to the 
Wreas, where a thick mist coming on they were obliged to 
give it up. Time, thirty-five minutes, and a good hunting run. 
Col. Buchanan informs me a curious incident happened at the 
Shelford Toll meet. Missing two couple of hounds, a labourer 
told the Colonel he had seen them " howking" at a hole. 
Squires went down, found they had actually dug their fox out 
and killed him, as he found the " corpse " at the burrow. 


" If e'er you are plagued with a termagant wife, 
Who, instead of the joy, is the plague of your life. Tally-ho ! 
When Madam her small talk begins to let go, 
Then pull on your boots and away. Tally-ho !" 

Saturday, January 3, 1874. — Met at Broadfield. I am 
happy to say the New Year has opened with a fair day's 
sport, and the prospects for the rest of the season are 
good. Foxes are plentiful in most parts of our country, 
and the keepers, with one exception, are fulfilling the orders 
of their masters — namely, to show both game and foxes. A 
fox jumped up out of a patch of gorse near Craigmarlock, and 
they ran him up to Auchenbothie, where another was on foot. 


and the hounds divided, four couple going away towards Duchal. 
Squires stuck to his hunted fox, and took him up past the 
Doctor's house on to the Kilmalcolm Strips. He then turned 
sharp to the right, and crossed the Killalan Road. The hounds 
here rather got the best of them. 

" Now the fences made skirters look blue, 

There was no time to crane or to creep, 
O'er the pastures like pigeons they flew, 

And the ground rode infernally deep. 
Oh ! my eyes, what a fall ! are you hurt? 

No, no, sir, I thank you, are you ? 
But who, to enjoy such a spirt, 

Would be grudging an odd rib or two." 

On they went a burster, the Colonel taking the left side ot 
the water, Mr. C. Couper, Mr. D. Kippen, Mr. Wallace, and 
Mr. Clapperton, being well with them, choosing the other 
side. They raced their fox up to Lawfield Gorse, and, leaving 
it on the right, went on to Ennely. A thick mist now came 
on, but Mr. D. Kippen viewed the fox away, and Squires 
hollo'd the hounds on. They then ran him down the 
Scarth and up to West Barlogan, where he was viewed dead 
beat, but owing to another shower of snow, he lived to " fight 
another day." Time, forty-five minutes, with one check. 
Trotted back to Auchenbothie, found at once, and had a ring 
round by the strips. 

"Now the stragglers came in one by one, 

Hollo ! where, my dear fellow, were you ; 
Bad luck, in the midst of the run 

My poor little mare threw her shoe? 
But where was the ' gemmau' in pink ! 

Who swore at his tail we should look. 
Not in the next parish, I think, 

For he never got over the brook. " 


' ' My liounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, 
So strong, so sanded ; and their heads are hung 
With ears that sweep away the morniug dew; 
Crook-kneed and dew-lapped, Hke Thessalian bulls ; 
Slow in pursuit, but matched in mouth like beUs, 
Each under each. A cry more tuneable 
Was never hollo'd to, nor cheer'd with horn." 


I can hear Cox saying, Shakespeare must have been a 
humbug, and no judge of hounds, as my hounds are neither 
"crook-kneed" nor slow in pursuit, as, with a good scent, 
nobody can catch 'em ; but the above lines by the immortal 
bard show he must have been a sportsman, and those who 
have read his works must have seen that, whenever he had 
an appropriate occasion, he always extolled the noble science 
of hunting. By the kind permission of his lordship J had an 
opportunity, at what might almost be called the beginning of 
the season, of visiting his kennels. After partaking of Mrs. 
Cox's hospitality, and having a talk with Cox about that 
"inexplicable" subject, scent, he introduced me to the young 
entr}'-, and a better set of young 'uns I have seldom, if ever, 
seen. Beginning at the top of the tree, his lordship breeds a 
good deal from Furrier. This stallion hound is by the Hon. 
G. Fitz William's Fencer out of Lord Eglinton's Mischief. 
Mischief was by Sir R. Sutton's Bagazet. This hound, along 
with Gambler, a three-year-old by Furrier out of Gossamer; 
Lincoln, a black and tan, very nice hound, by Lord Poltimore's 
Labourer out of Fallacy; and Castor by the Hon. G. Fitz- 
william's Bentinck out of Lord Eglinton's Carnage, were the 
four hounds that gained the cup at Harrowgate. It is curious 
to note that Carnage was one of the last hounds sold at old 
Tattersall's yard at Villebois' sale. Cox has another cup over 
his mantlepiece, which he gained at Malton with Flourish out 
of Fancy, and Gaiety by Furrier out of Gossamer. I must now 
hark back to the young 'uns; and looking over Cox's beauties, I 


found the cream of the entry were Furrier's. He began with 
sixteen couple, and politeness induces sportsmen always to give 
the ladies the preference. We will give the names of the cream 
of 'em: — Dewdrop by Dexter out of Gossamer, Legacy by 
Leveller out of Rarity, Malady by Driver out of Milliner, and 
Racket and Rally by Furrier out of Ruby. Worth going five 
hundred miles to see. Next come the dogs: — Duster by Dexter 
out of Gossamer, Factor by Furrier out of Frolic, Lucifer by Lord 
Poltim ore's Roman out of Lively. Roman was one of the 
three couple that was sold at Lord Poltimore's sale, and pur- 
chased for £600 by Major Brown. Racer, Random, and 
Ringwood, by Flyer out of Reckless. With regard to the old 
hunting entry, I will reserve my account for another edition 
of your paper. During the cub-hunting season the scent has 
been bad; but hunting six days a-week. Cox has added thirty- 
nine brace of noses to the kennel door. They have had one or 
two good day's sport since the stubble was cleared. The 
last day's cub-hunting the dog pack found a litter of 
cubs in the Dean's, had forty minutes, and killed. Took 
another cub away, and ran into him in twenty-five 
minutes. Found an old dog fox up the Crawfordland 
Water. Went away to Grass Mill, and on over a splendid 
country to Tour, leaving Kilmaurs on the left, to Stewarton, 
where they ran into him in the open — a fast twenty-five 

Cassillis, Friday, Nov. 7th (Dog pack). — Drew Blairbowie 
and Main's Wood blank, but found near Boreland Glen. 
Went away, leaving Skeldou House on the right by Venston 
to Torr Hill, then leaving Guiltriehill Wood on the right he 
was run to ground at Millsmuir Glen — a brilliant forty-five 
minutes. The Marquis of Ailsa, Lady Julia Follet and 
her sister, Mr. Oswald, Mr. W. Baird, Captain Hay 
Newton, Mr. Ewen, and the Laird of Guiltriehill went well 

Nov. 10. — Met at Aiket Castle. Bitch pack : found at 
Lainshaw; he faced the open in the direction of Busby, and 
leaving Kilmaurs Mains on the right, went by Langsids to 

Crossbill, and was rim to ground near Kilmaurs Village, 
Found again at Kilmaurs Covert ; had a very fast twenty 
minutes and killed in the open. 

Nov. 25. — Dog pack: met at Barskimrning ; had twenty-five 
minutes to ground. Found again, had a clipping forty 
minutes, and a kill in the open. 

Nov. 27 (Sundrum). — Dog pack : had a first rate thirty 
minutes, and killed at Martnaham. 

Foxes are plentiful in most parts of the country, but I am 
sorry to say in the Aiket Castle and Dunlop country vul- 
pecidism prevails. Bill Brackenboro' still continues as first 
whip, and I am happy to say his cara sposa has pretty well 
recovered from her accident. Andrews, Cox tells me, is still 
in his old form — one of the best kennel men in the world; 
and with everything couleur de rose, I hope that it may be 
my privilege to write some further accounts of sport with his 
lordship's pack. 


" Ye fox-hunters, stag, ay, and hare-hunters too, 
WTiose aim is to rub off the furrows of care, 
Like Nimrods the fleet-footed pussy pursue, 
And taste of the sweets of the morn-breathing air!" 

1874. — Yesterday, a joint meet of the Clydesdale and 
Major Hazelrigg's Beagles took place. It being a rare thing 
in this country for two packs to hunt together, a good deal of 
curiosity was excited to see how they would work ; but I am 
sorry to say there was a very poor turn-out to witness this 
capital day's sport. However, those who were there were of 
the rare good sort, and a very good run took place, although 
from the frightful state of the country the late Charley West- 
hall could not have lived with him. Found at once near 
Darnley Mains, and went away over the road towards the 
railway, where a number of hounds flashed on to the high 
wood near Kinnishead. Peter, the Clydesdale huntsman. 

went on to try and stop them. The Major, who had the 
horn, stuck to his hunted hare, and ran her back down by 
Darnley Toll, past the mill, and up over the hill, round again 
by Darnley Mains to the Busby Road, where she made a 
somersault into the road. The Major here cast forward, but 
the hare had doubled behind him. They picked it up with 
a catching scent, and ran over the old Barrhead Road, past 
Leggatstone Farm-house, down to the Brock Water, Here a 
well-known athlete, of the " Clydesdale Beagles," boldly went 
at the flooded water, and, after a ducking, got well over. If 
they had picked it up at once, he would have been the only 
man with them, the rest of the field getting over by the 
broken branch of a tree. There was a little slow hunting 
afterwards, but as it was evident pussy had saved herself in 
the Pollok Woods, and Peter turDing up with the rest of the 
hounds, the Major tried again. In a ploughed field on the 
north side of the old Darnley Toll Road another hare jumped 
up, and they ran her straight as an arrow over the Busby 
Road, and nearly on to Patterton, but a tremendous rain- • 
storm coming on, the hounds were stopped. The first run 
would be about an hour and a half, of course a good deal of 
ringing; the second fifteen minutes. I never, in all my 
experience of running with beagles, saw the country in such 
a state, and the next time I go out I think I shall hire a 
" boat." 


" This bleak and frosty morning, 
All thoughts of danger scorning, 
Our spirits brightly fiow — 
We're all in a glow, 
Through the sparkling snow 
While a-hunting we go, 

To the sound of the merry horn." 

Bridge of Weir, Saturday, January 17, 1874. — In thi.s 


extraordinary climate it is impossible to know what change 
of weather will take place in twelve hours. I went to bed on 
Friday night, when it was pouring, and when I awoke next 
morning I saw a boy sliding on the pavement, and " didn't I 
hate that boy." However, the report was that it " would do," 
and down we went to the Meet, luckily to witness one of the 
greatest runs that has ever taken place in our country. Drew 
the Torr blank, trotted away to the Bar Craig and found at 
once; ran him up to the end of the covert, where, being 
headed by a number of people on foot (who, in spite of 
warning, will surround the coverts, and spoil their own sport), 
he turned back underneath the rocks, and the "Druid" and 
myself viewed him away with the hounds at his brush, and 
not a soul near them — the field all being on the other side of 
the wood. Although there was a sprinkling of snow on the 
ground, scent was breast-high, and they raced him across the 
boggy hollow up to the Torr Wood, going through which he 
ran down by Torr House, then wheeled to the right and 
crossed the Gryfe. Some of the field here got up, most of 
whom went over the bridge round by the Bridge of Weir, a 
few fording the river. The fox then went round the west 
end of the Scarth and up towards West Barlogan (here the 
field first got a view of the hounds far ahead); turning to the 
right, he left Ennely to the left, and went on by Botherwick- 
field down to Olives, which he did not enter, ran straight on 
to Houston Wood. The only men who were up at Olives 
were Squires, and Messrs. E. Collins, Holms, and J. Buchanan. 
Crossing the road, they ran on to Craigends, where a good 
deal of time was lost ringing the coverts; however, eventually 
he broke back over the road, and going as straight as an arrow 
through Houston Wood, up again he went, through the Olives 
this time, and on by the Wreas and Elphinstone, over Ennely, 
down to the Scarth. This gallant fox did not hang here, but 
went right through the wood and down to the Gryfe, evidently 
making for his old quarters. Most of the field again went 
round by the road. A farmer having informed a well- 
known member of the Hunt that the river was quite fordable, 


he piloted a number of the field down, but his horse made too 
big a spring, and, quoting Warburton, slightly altered — 

" In the run, said a sportsman, just as I led, 
My horse jumped in the brook and went bang overhead ; 
Like a whale in the water I floundered about, 
And being thrown in, I of course was thrown out." 

When he came up, his language to the farmer was anything 
but "Parliamentary;" but eventually, a kindly ^mfeZic being 
at hand, he got home all right, none the worse for his ducking. 
After crossing the Gryfe, the hounds ran up again to the 
Torr, going through which the fox went out over the muir, 
turned to the right, and saved his brush in a drain at Carruth, 
and being such a gallant fox, no attempt was made to dig him 
out. They were going two hours and a half, and must have ran 
over about eighteen miles of country. In the first part of the 
run there was no doubt it was catch 'em if you can, with now 
and then a sight of them; but in the latter part the field were 
pretty well with them. A good deal of time was put off 
about Houston Wood; but the hounds were hunting all the 
time, and although they ran to a point and back again, it was 
the longest run I have seen in my day. The hounds never 
were cast, and hunted through this long run admirably. On 
the way home, a farmer who had witnessed the latter part of 
the run from the top of a hill, addressed Mr. Matheson as 
follows: — " Weel, hae ye kilt your fox?" On Mr. M. saying 
no, he expressed satisfaction, saying — "I ken him weel; ye've 
hunted that ane for twelve years; they telt me he was shot last 
year, but I think he'll gie ye another run yet." Tired horses 
were the order of the day on the ride home, and tremendous 
were the jumps when some members got their legs under the 
mahogany, but — 

" To friendship, true friendship the toast shall go round, 
To love aud the pleasure derived from the chase ; 
For while love and friendship in union are found, 
What bliss can of hunting, fox-hunting, take place." 



Houston, Saturday 10th, 1874. — A large field and a great 
number of carriage people, amongst whom I was glad to see my 
friend the "Druid" out again on wheels, with a galaxy of beauty ' 
on board. Found a leash of foxes in Berth wickfield the moment 
the hounds were thrown into covert. One broke for Craig- 
ends, and one for Olives; but the hounds went away with 
another down to the Scarth, and swinging round by West 
Barlogan, went up the Ennely. Tliere the field were a little 
thrown out. The hounds brought their fox down through the 
hollow, and Mr. G. Muir and myself, who were on foot, view^ed 
him back into Borthwickfield. The pack here flashed on, 
and by the time they cast themselves on to the line, Squires 
and the field got up. They ran through the covert. 

'* He then broke away witli the hounds at his brush, 
When each gallant sportsman right onward does push ; 
Hark forward, my lads ! now, hark forward, away — 
No funking at walls, for we've no time to stay ! " 

Going out at the south side, the hounds divided, two foxes 
being on foot. Squires went away with one over a nice bit 
of country, down across the Bridge of Weir Road on to 
Crosslee, where they killed him. Trotted back and found 
the Colonel had run the other fox round by Duchal and up to 
the Kilmalcolm Strips, where he lost him. Chopped a fox in 
Elphinstone; but had no more sport. Miss Whitehill went 
well in this run, and she had a nasty fall, remounted, and was 
well up at the finish. 

Gleniffer, Tuesday, 13th. — Found and ran down to Newton 
Wood, near Elderslie, pretty sharp, the fox finding refuge in a 
drain. During this spin a well-known old member of the 
Hunt, who always goes well, got a nasty cropper. In jumping 
a wall, riding a first-rate fencer, on landing on the other side 
his horse put his foot in a grip and rolled over him. I am 
happy to say that he was able to ride home not much the 


worse. I observed, however, next day, that he was going a 
little "short" on the near fore leg. Went back, found in Trees 
Gorse, and ran down to Gleniffer, again into a drain. It was 
a frightfully windy, stormy day, and in consequence the sport 
on the whole was very moderate, and every one — 

" Was glad to go home to the smoking sirloin, 
And cherish his heart with the generous wine ; 
To drink in a bumper to each lovely lass, 
And many choice feUows to toast in his glass." 


"For coffee-house gossip some hunters come out, 
Of aU matters prating, save that they're about ; 
From scandal to cards they to " pohtics" roam. 
They ride forty miles, head the fox, and go home ! 
Such sportsmen as these we good feUows condemn. 
And I vow we'U ne'er di-iuk a ' quajsitum ' to them. " 


1874. — Wliat with politics and frost, there has not been 
much doing in the hunting field lately. One good thing 
took place from Milliken on a snowy morning, when they ran 
their fox over the Torr down by Duchal, and back over the 
Gryfe on to Olives. After this it was impossible to tell 
where they went, as nobody was with them, and Squires had 
to go home and get a fresh horse before he got his hounds, 
I am sorry to say that on Saturday the 7th most of our best 
country was drawn blank, but late in the afternoon they 
found a fox in Olives, and ran a short ring round by the 
Wreas and Scarth to Borthwickfield to ground. 

Tuesday. — Stopped by frost. 

Saturday, 13th (Bridge of Weir). — A very large field, 
with a number of fair faces on wheels; but I missed the 
blooming countenance of my friend the "Druid." Much 


to the astonishment of every one, the whole coverts were 
drawn blank, which previously were well stocked with foxes; 
and over this part of the country some of the best runs of the 
season have taken place. On a well-known sportsman being 
asked how he could account for this state of matters, he 
answered in the following terms: — How could we expect 
sport, the country has been so overrun lately with Liberal 
canvassers that all the well-bred foxes have gone to Ayrshire, 
thus spoiling our sport. However, it 'is to be hoped that after 
the turmoil of election is over the " noble animal " will once 
more return to his " native heath." 

' ' We hold in abhorrence all vulpecide knaves, 
With their gins and their traps, and their velveteen slaves; 
They may feed their fat pheasants, their foxes destroy, 
And mar the prime sport they themselves can't enjoy ; 
But such sportsmen as these we good fellows condemn. 
And I vow we'U ne'er drink a ' qusesitum' to them." 



Wednesday, 4th. — Met at Tollcross House, where Mr. 
George Dunlop, one of our most promising young sportsmen, 
and a chip of the old block, in the absence of his father, 
dispensed the usual hospitalities. A hare was at once found 
in a ploughed field near the house, and, after a capital run, 
although very much of a ring, was ultimately lost. Found 
again outside the policies, and had a clipping hour and a kill 
in the open. Peter, young Mr. Duulop, and a well-known 
member of the Hunt, who is seldom far away from them, were 
all there. The little "dawgs" hunted their hare very patiently 
all through the run, with a very catching scent, and I was 
glad to see them at last rewarded with a " scut." I have had 
the pleasure of participating in the sport of this excellent 
little pack of beagles several times this season, and am 


surprised that more young men don't take advantage of this 
exhilarating amusement. Saturday is usually a sort of half- 
holiday, and the hounds don't generally meet till two o'clock. 
The season is now nearly over, but next year I hope to see a 
great addition to the rank of subscribers, as a more health- 
giving and gentlemanly amusement does not exist. 


"Free from care, from pain, from sorrow, 
Haste to Finlayston to-morrow, 
There shall our steeds outstrip the wind, 
While time and age creep far behind. 
No long vigils of love we keep. 
Nor evening cups protract our sleep ; 
But ere the sun has reached the skies. 
Fresh as the morn we gladly rise. " 

Tuesday, l7th (Neilston Station). — Found at once in 
Uplaw Muir. The fox crossed the road and ran up the hill to 
Loch Libo Coverts, but wheeled down by the loch, and went 
up the steep hill on the north side of the toll, where the horse- 
men got behind. In getting to the top, the hounds were seen 
streaming away over the moss. Here they threw up, and 
Squires could not get to them, but they cast beautifully them- 
selves and raced away on to the Skiff, going through which, 
at least ten minutes ahead of the field, they ran their fox 
down to the strip near Howood Toll. They then rattled 
him out of this, and threw up at an old deserted farm-house, 
when they feathered all round about. Mr. D. Kippen, who 
thought the fox must be somewhere near, jumped off his 
horse and poked about with his whip, and sure enough there 
was Mr. Foxy snugly hid in an old pigstye, when, it is need- 
less to say, he will never rob another hen-roost. This was a 
very fine run for hounds, but from the state of the going it: 
was impossible to live with them. 



Saturday, 21st (Finlayston). — A nasty, drizzly morning, and 
a large field out. After partaking of tlie hospitality of that 
prince of sportsmen, Mr. George Kidston, and the "coffee 
housing" having been got over, a move was made to the East 
Wood. But much to Hay's disappointment they did not find, 
as three foxes had been seen in the covert last time they were 
shooting. However, they found in the gorse at the east; but 
the field being very unruly, they could make nothing of it. 
Drew Craigmarlock blank. In the meantime, a fox was 
viewed away from Knockmountain. Squires quickly got his 
hounds laid on, and away they went a burster down the hollow 
and up by Barscube. Leaving it on the left, he crossed the 
burn and raced on by Corslie to Elphinstone, going through 
the corner of which he came back very nearly the same line 
to Knockmountain, where, I think, they must have changed 
foxes, as I viewed a fresh one come down into the Kilmalcolm 
Strips with the hounds. I hear they made nothing of it after 
this. It was to be regretted, as the hounds deserved blood. 
Time, fifty minutes, with hardly a check. Every one confessed 
that Mr. D, Kippen, riding a new purchase, had the best of it 
all through. 

" Oh, hour of bliss! 

To equal this 

Diana strove in vain ; 

Thrice happy man, 

Who, 'in the van,' 

His place can weU maintain." 


"Near to him, on his gray, who never rides jealous. 
Cramming over his fences came the game Wallace ; 
But his neck he must break, surely, sooner or late, 
As he'd rather ride over than open a gate." 

Mr. Geo. Dunlop, Mr. Geo. Kidston, Mr. Thorburn (Greenock), 
Mr. Hunt, Lord Blantyre's head-keeper, Mr. Couper, and 
Squires went well. Many were the " cripples" after it was all 
over, especially amongst the young 'uns, and great was the 
demand for brandy and soda in the excellent little Kilmalcolm 
Hotel. One word of advice to beginners. When your horse 


gets weak in a ran, don't look for a gap in a wall (as so many 
are apt to do) where there are lots of loose stones and the 
ground generally much cut up, but look to where the ground 
is good to rise from, for without a proper fulcrum the 
exertion of leaping is doubled. 


" Oil, give me the man to whom nought comes amiss — 
One horse or another, that country or this ; 
Through falls and bad starts who undauntedly still 
Eides up to this motto, 'Be with 'em I will,' 
Qusesitum ! Queesitum ! fill up to the brim. 
We'll drink, if we die for't, a bumper to him ! " 


Saturday, 28 th (Bishopton). — A lovely morning, and a very 
large field out. A move was made to Barrochan Moss, and 
in less than a minute a hearty cry pealed through the thick 
covert — "Tally-ho! gone away!" rung from the lips of the 
whipper-in, as he viewed the biggest fox that ever was seen 
break away from the corner. "Hoick! to, hollo!" cried 
Squires, in his musical voice. "For'ard! for'ard!"— and 
every hound answered by bursting from the wood. "Hold 
hard! let them get at it!" cried the Colonel to some eager 
sportsmen. They ran him through Dargavel policies, along 
the burn, and up by the north wood at Barrochan. The field, 
who were all waiting on the road, got to the leading grounds, 
but Squires and the Colonel were thrown out, having taken 
the wrong side at Dargavel. Going over the top of the hill 
at Barrochan, he raced down over the road near the mill to 
Olives, and going through the corner of the wood went on to 
Botherwickfield (all grass). They hung here for about ten. 
minutes. Squires having now got up, found his hounds lying 
at the earth, and he told me he thinks the fox must have 


scratched himself in under the stopping. In the meantime, 
a fox was viewed away at the south side, and the hounds, 
quickly getting on the line, ran him, leaving the Wreas on 
the right, on to Ennely. Disdaining to enter the Scarth, he 
kept to the right, over the Knapp's Muir, where it was 
very nasty going, ran down over the Greenock Road, and, 
going over the railway, crossed the Gryfe, and went on to a 
young plantation on the side of the new Duchal avenue. 
Yard by yard his enemies gained upon him, but still he 
continued to do his best endeavours to escape. The refresh- 
ing hope that an open earth was near revived his drooping 
spirits, and fagged Reynard redoubled his exertion to gain 
this haven of security. " You may try, and I like to see 
you," said old Squires. " It's a brave heart that never flags 
when misfortune's at the heels." (Some thought that the 
fox here had run through a drain, but this was impossible, as 
there was a grating at the other end). There is a high built 
wall runs along here, and the fox, raising his brush, managed 
to get over it. Many of the hounds fell backwards as they 
jumped at it; but at last all got over, and they now swept up 
the hill past the toll, and on by the keeper's house, to a small 
spinney, when Squires' "Who'-hoop!" was carried far on the 
breeze. It was poor Reynard's death-knell. Time, one hour 
and a quarter, including the check at Botherwickfield. With 
the exception of a bit of road at the finish, they went over a 
very good country. Up to the drain, Mr. C. T. Couper, Mr. 
Wallace, and Mr. George Coats were first up. Altogether, 
this was one of the best hunting runs they have had this 
year. I was rather amused with the cool way in which some 
men, after going through a gate, slam it back in other sports- 
men's faces. 

" Some riders there are, who, too jealous of place. 
Will fling back a gate in their next ueighbour's face ; 
Never pull up when a friend gets a fall ; 
Some ride over friends, hounds, and horses and aU. 
Such riders as these we good fellows condemn, 
And I vow we'll ne'er drink a 'quaisitum' to them." 



Found again at once in Elpliinstone. He broke at the north 
side, went a cracker on to Knockmountain and down the 
hollow. He then came back up the hill and turned sharp to 
the right down again to Finlayston. A check here took place, 
and the field, thinking it was all over, went down to partake 
of Mr. George Kidston's well-known hospitality. Old Squires, 
however, with his indomitable perseverance, Mr, D. Kippen 
and the Colonel, keen as ever, determined not to be beat, 
went on, and they fairly ran into their fox in the open near 
Broadfield — time, forty minutes — Mr, Kippen getting the 
brush, thus finishing one of the best all round days of the 

" With closing daylight, when om- pastime ends, 
Together dining, we all part good friends ; 
And home returning, we our slumber court. 
Of hounds and hunting, some fresh knowledge then 
Shall guide the quill when ' Stringhalt ' writes again !" 


On Tuesday, the 12th, these hounds met at Crookston 
Castle, with about forty of a field, and at once found one of 
the right sort. 

The fox broke at the east end of the covert towards Pollok 
House, and after a sharp hunt past the edge of the policies, 
he crossed the Barrhead Road, going over the hill through 
the Pollokhead Wood, and on across the railway, as if his 
point was Waulkmill Glen; but, changing his mind, he turned 
to the left over a fine open country, where the pace was all 
that could be desired. Leaving Patterton Quarry on the right, 
crossed the Stewarton Road, up a hill to Capelrig. Here he 
turned sharp to the left, and made for the Rouken Mines, 
where it was feared he would get to ground; but, though he 


tried them, he disdained such an ignoble way of saving his 
brush, and on he went crossing the Kilmarnock Road by 
Cleuch Farm, to Eastwood Mains, where there was a short 
check. The hounds soon hit it off again, and hunted him 
slowly over the hill by Carrolside Farm, crossing both the old 
Mearns and Eaglesham Koads, down to the Cart, which he 
swam, a quarter of a mile above Busby Works. The pace 
again improved here; passed the Dripps and Reel, crossing 
the Kilbride Road and Kittoch Burn; thence passed the 
Kittoch Mill, and on to near the Netherton Braes, where he 
was run into the open within a hundred yards of the breeding 
earths of Castlemilk. Time, one hour and twenty-five minutes; 
distance, about eleven miles. The fox having been gone from 
Crookston ten minutes before the hounds, of course there was 
some slow hunting and a few checks, with every now and then 
a brilliant burst; but to any true lover of the noble science, 
it was a perfect treat to see the patient and persevering 
manner in which old Squires hunted his fox over a difficult, 
and, in some places, rough country. This, no doubt, will be 
one of the best runs of the season, 1867-68. 

The brush was presented to Mr. Allan Scott, an old, well- 
known heavy weight, a staunch supporter of the Hunt. 


What lengths we pass ! Where will the wandering chase 

Lead us bewildered? Smooth as swallows skim 

The new-shorn mead, and far more swiftly fly. 

See the brave pack how to the head they press, 

Jostling in close array, then, more diffuse, 

Obliquely well, while from their opening volHed mouths 

The thunder breaks. 

Look back and view 
The strange confusion of the vale below. 
Where sore vexation reigns. 


Old age laments 
His vigour spent ; the tall, plump, brawny youth 
Curses his cumbrous bulk, and envies now 
The short pigmean race, he whilom kenn'd, 
With proud insulting leer. A chosen few 
Alone the sport enjoy, nor droop beneath 
Their pleasing toils," 


The season is over! and never in the recollection of the 
oldest sportsraen has it been so open, and have our local pack 
had so many good runs; and although the country has ridden 
awfully heavy, there have been comparatively few casualties 
to men and horses. With the exception of a serious accident 
to a lady's favourite horse, and the breaking of Mr. M. T. 
Fozier's collar-bone (Mr. Fozier, I am happy to say, is going 
on all right), no other serious accidents have occurred. 
Colonel Buchanan has been out fifty-eight days, and has killed 
22|- brace of foxes, stopped by frost two days, three blank days, 
and one day — the last of the season — was so stormy. Major 
Hazelrigg, of the 21st Kegiment, who keeps a capital pack of 
beagles, has shown some excellent sport, and has killed 
eighteen hares, having had one blank day. I think he was 
out thirty-one times. Mr. J. Addie, who also keeps a private 
pack and hunts them himself (as also does the Major), has 
had a capital season, and killed fifteen hares. Mr. Ewen, of 
Ewenfield, who is Master of the Ayrshire Harriers, has had 
good sport, and wound up the season with a paper hunt, 
which came off at the old country near the Wallace Monu- 
ment, over a stifiish course. There was the usual jealousy at 
starting, some of the Aryshire men trying hard for a start. 
Mr. Dykes made the running on old Sunbeam, and was in 
the front till passing Craigie Castle, closely followed by 
Mr. C. Cunninghame, Mr. Wallace, and Mr. Cockburn, with 
Mr. R Oswald, Mr. W. Baird, and Captain W. Middleton 
not far off waiting their time. Here at a fence, with a 
ditch on the take off, Mr. Dykes and Mr. Cunning- 
hame came to grief, and Mr. Wallace took the lead, 
which he kept till the Craigie Road was crossed, the next 


being Messrs. Oswald, Middlcton, and Baird. Mr. Wallace 
here loosing the scent, went a little out of the way, but 
getting on the line again a slashing finish took place, the 
riders arriving in the following order: — Mr. W. Baird, Mr. 
Wallace, Captain Middleton, Mr. Oswald, Mr, C. Cunninghame, 
Mr. Cockburn, and Mr. Dykes. Young Mr. Dick M'Farlane 
went well throughout. Mr. Cockburn, when going well, 
was cannoned against near the finish, and fell. The Clydesdale 
beagles have had some good spins, but have been unfortunate 
in not bringing many hares to hand, owing a good deal to the 
boisterous state of the weather, and there being so many 
hares in a good deal of the country, causing so many changes. 
They also finished their season with a short steeple-chase at 
the Mearns Muir, where, I am informed, Mr. John Buchanan 
had the best of it. I have not heard from Cox, Lord 
Eglinton's huntsman, but I understand he has killed over eighty 
brace of foxes. The old coat may now be hung up for the 
season, and I may put past my favourite pen with which I 
have had the pleasure of describing so many capital runs this 
season. As old "Jorrocks" says, "Summer is now drawing 
on, at least it ought to, if its a comin' at all, leavin' us a 
long season of repose to contemplate the past and speculate 
on the future — that uncertain future to which we all look 
forward with such presumptuous certainty ! Oh, my beloved 
hearers, summer is a dreadful time. Whoever talked of the 
winter of our discontent talked like an insane man and no 
sportsman ! I knows no more melancholic ceremony than 
takin' the string out of one's 'at at the end of the season, 
foldin' hup and puttin' away the old red rag — a rag unlike 
all other rags, the dearer and more valuable the older and 
more worthless it becomes." I hardly agree with the cele- 
brated Mr. J., however, as every sport has its season, and 
can be enjoyed by all true sportsmen. 

' ' Though midnight her dark f roTvning mantle is spreading, 
Yet Time flies unheeded where Bacchus resides ; 
Fill, fill, then, your glasses, his power never dreading. 
And drink to the hounds o'er which Buchanan presides. 


Tliough toast after toast with great glee lias been given, 

The highest top-sparkling bumper decides 
That for stoutness, pace, beauty, on this side of heaven, 
Unrivalled the hounds o'er which Buchanan presides ! 
Then drink to the fox-hounds, 
The liigh -mettled fox-hounds; 
We'll drink to the hounds o'er which Buchanan preside 
Who' -hoop !" 





8 Years, 

7 Years, 
6 Years, 

5 Years, 

4 Yeai's, 

Wisdom, , 

Monitor, . . . | 
Marmion, .. j 


Gratitude, , ) 

Gossip, j 

Fountain, — 

Comus, 1^ 





Denmark,.. ] 

Duster, > 

Damper, . . . j 
Landlord, .... 

Chorister, ., 
Comfort, . . . 
Wishful,... \ 
Woodbine, | 
Welcome, .. j 
Trimmer,... \ 
Twilight, ... 
Tempest, ... j 

Bel voir Striver, 






Grove Barrister, .... 







Lord Poltimore's 

Lord Fitzhardinge's 






York and Ainsty 







3 Years, 

2 Years, 

2 Years, 

1 Year, 

1 Year, 


Mischief, ... 


Dorcas, .... 
Diligence, . . 
Rutland, . . . 

Hercules, . 
Hermit, . . . 


Wildare, . . 
Strivei-, ... 


Madcap, .. 

Dexter, .... 
Desperate, . 
Governor, ,. 

Nigel, .... 
Nimrod, . 
Nelson, .. 
Norman, , 


Timely, . . 
Toilet, .... 
Bluecap, . 

Richmond,. ) 

Riot, j 



Governor, . 




Fife Hercules,. 


Lord Fitzhardinge'i 


Lord Fitzbardinge'i 


York and Ainsty 


York and Ainsty 

York and Ainsty 

York and Ainsty 















8 Years old, 


3 Hovmds. 

7 5J 

... 1 „ 









... 9 



... 10 



... 15 


... li 


Total. ... 

... 32i Couples. 

In conclusion, I beg to thank those gentlemen who have 
many times assisted me in writing accounts of runs, especially 
Col. Buchanan, Mr. C. T. Couper, Mr. D. Kippen, and the 
able acting Secretary of the Hunt, Mr. Adam Morrison. I 
may also mention the great civility all hunting men have 
always received from the landladies of the Houston and 
Bishopton Hotels, where, many a time, when soaked through, 
I have sat down at a roaring fire and had a good hot tumbler. 
Nor must I forget the wonderful good Scotch broth that 
Mrs. Money at Bishopton has always ready for any sportsman 
when the hounds are in that district, tasting all the better by 
being served by her pretty daughter, Miss Mackenzie. 


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