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LANARKSHIRE AND RENFREWSHIRE
LANAEKSHIEE & EENFEEWSHISE
AND OTHEE SPORTING INCIDENTS.
KERE & RICHARDSON, 89 QUEEN STREET.
BY KIND PERMISSION
COLONEL BUCHANAN OF DRUMPELLIER,
MASTER OF THE LANARKSHIRE AND RENFREWSHIRE
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.
22nd August, 1771.
At a Meeting of the Roberton Hunt, Members present —
CAPTAIN ROBERTON, Preses.
Messrs. GEORGE BUCHANAN.
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.
29th September, 1771.
At a Meeting of the Roberton Hunt, Members present —
CAPTAIN ROBERTON, Preses.
Messrs. JOHN BAIRD.
ALLAN SCOTT, Cowlairs.
JOHN ORR, Barrowfield.
Absent Members: —
SIR THOMAS WALLACE.
Messrs. THOMAS HOUSTON.
JAMES DUNLOP, Carmile.
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
Resolved, That it shall be left to the Preses and Treasurer
to give orders about stalling the stables and putting up the
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.
FIRST HUNTING MEETING.
Thursday, 14th November, 1771.
" GLASGOW HOUNDS."
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 —
SIR M. SHAW STEWAET.
Messrs. T. D. SPEIRS.
C. T. DUNLOP.
C. T. COUPER.
JOHN S. MILLS.
J. K. BROWN.
JOHN HAMILTON (North Park).
JOHN HAMILTON (Greenbank).
JAMES HUNTER (Newmains).
MAJOR HAMILTON (Dalziel).
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.
JOHN MONTEITH, do.
ALEX. CLAPPERTON, do.
RICHARD KIDSTON, do.
DONALD MATHESON, do.
ALLAN SCOTT, do.
HUGH NEILSON, do.
C. T. COUPER, do.
JOHN ORR, do.
J. H. BALLANTYNE, Greeuock.
JOHN DONALDSON, Glasgow.
HENRY LEE HARVEY, Lochwinuocli .
ALEXANDER CRUxM, Glasgow.
JOHN HAMILTON, of Greenbauk, Mearns.
ADAM MORRISON, Glasgow.
J. D. HAMILTON, do.
GEORGE J. KIDSTON, do.
THOMAS JACKSON, Coatbridge.
JAMES COATS, Glasgow.
DURHAM KIPPEN, Glasgow.
MATTHEW ROBERTSON, Foxbar, Paisley.
JOHN WATSON, Govau Foimdrj^ Govan.
WILLIAM JAMES FINLAYSON, Johnstone,
JOHN C. PEARSON, Glasgow.
GEORGE J. SMITH, do.
A. C. HOLMS, do.
COLIN R. DUNLOP, do.
ALEX. COCHRAN, do.
THOMAS R. CAMERON, Paisley.
JAMES GEORGE DUNLOP, Glasgow.
M. T. FOZIER, do.
ANDREW HUNTER, do.
JAMES SELKIRK, do.
JAMES COUPER, do.
GEORGE COATS, Paisley.
EDWARD COLLINS, Jun., Glasgow.
C. J. CUNNINGHAME, of Craigends.
WILLIAM FAULDS, OakshawhiU, Paisley.
MATTHEW ABTHUR, Glasgow.
JAMES WALLACE, do.
F. W. PERMAN, do.
ROBERT MONTEITH, do.
JOHN BUCHANAN, Glasgow.
JASPER HOWAT, do.
DANIEL M 'FA PLANE, do.
JOHN S. WILSON, do.
J. GARDNER MUIR, do.
F. R. REID, do.
WILLIAM CAMPBELL, do.
ALEXANDER RONALDSON, Jun., Glasgow.
GEORGE D. FISHER, do.
ALEXANDER CROSS, Jun., do.
ROBERT ROBSON, do.
DUNCAN HOYLE GIBB, Greenock.
SIR M. R. S. STEWART, Bakt., Ardgowan.
JOHN JAMES POLLOCK, Glasgow.
GEORGE W. RICHARDSON, Paisley.
NEALE THOMSON, CamphiU.
D. H. M'DOWAL, Garthland, Lochwinnoch.
WILLIAM WILSON, Glasgow.
PETER WHITE, Jun., do.
GEORGE RONALDSON, Linwood.
JOHN A. BRODIE, Glasgow.
HENRY FERGUSON, do.
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
" 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
" 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
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."
LANARKSHIRE & RENFREWSHIRE FOX-HOUNDS.
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.
SPLENDID SPORT WITH THE LANARKSHIRE
AND RENFREWSHIRE FOX-HOUNDS.
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.
LANARKSHIRE & RENFREWSHIRE FOX-HOUNDS.
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?"
A DAY'S HAWKING WITH MR. EWEN OF
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
CAPITAL RUN WITH C. MACDONALB MORETON
OF LARGIE'S OTTER-HOUNDS.
" '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 ju.st 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
BRILLIANT TWENTY-FIVE MINUTES WITH THE
LANARKSHIRE AND RENFREWSHIRE FOX-
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.
LANARKSHIRE & RENFREWSHIRE FOX-HOUNDS.
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
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.
LANAEKSHIRE AND RENFREWSHIRE FOX-
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.
CAPITAL DAY'S SPORT WITH THE AYRSHIRE
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.
SPLENDID RUN WITH LORD EGLINTON'S
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.
LANARKSHIRE AND RENFREWSHIRE FOX-
LAST DAY IN EENFREWSHIRE — RUN OF THE SEASON.
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
THE SPORTING RUN WITH THE LOTHIANS
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.
LANARKSHIRE AND RENFREWSHIRE FOX-
" 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. "
LANARKSHIRE AND RENFREWSHIRE FOX-
"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.
LANARKSHIRE AND RENFREWSHIRE FOX-
" 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.
BRILLIANT RUN WITH THE LANARKSHIRE
AND RENFREWSHIRE FOX-HOUNDS.
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.
SPLENDID RUN WITH THE LANARKSHIRE AND
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.
LANARKSHIRE AND RENFREWSHIRE FOX-
" 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
" 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.
LANARKSHIEE AND RENFREWSHIRE
' ' 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
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.
EXTRAORDINARY LONG HUNTING RUN WITH
THE LANARKSHIRE AND RENFREWSHIRE
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.
LANARKSHIRE AND RENFREWSHIRE FOX-
"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."
SPLENDID SPOET WITH THE LANAEKSHIRE
AND RENFREWSHIRE FOX-HOUNDS.
" 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.
LANARKSHIRE AND RENFREWSHIRE HOUNDS.
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.
LANARKSHIRE AND RENFREWSHIRE FOX-
"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
"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
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.
LAST DAY OF THE SEASON WITH THE LANARK-
SHIRE AND RENFREWSHIRE FOX-HOUNDS.
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
GLASGOW ACADEMICAL CLUB.
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.
OPENING DAY WITH THE LANARKSHIRE AND
" 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 !"
A DAY WITH MAJOR HAZELRIGG'S BEAGLES.
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.
LANARKSHIRE AND RENFREWSHIRE FOX-
"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.
LANAEKSHIRE AND RENFREWSHIRE FOX-
" 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."
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 ! "
LANARKSHIRE AND RENFREWSHIRE FOX-
' ' 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.
LANARKSHIRE AND RENFREWSHIRE FOX-
" 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.
LANARKSHIRE AND RENFREWSHIRE FOX-
" 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.
LANARKSHIRE AND RENFREWSHIRE FOX-
" 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. "
A VISIT TO LORD EGLINTON'S KENNELS.
' ' 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
" 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
EXTRAORDINARY LONG RUN WITH THE LANARK-
SHIRE AND RENFREWSHIRE FOX-HOUNDS.
" 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."
LANARKSHIRE AND RENFREWSHIRE FOX-
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."
LANARKSHIRE AND RENFREWSHIRE FOX-
"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.
LANARKSHIKE AND RENFREWSHIRE FOX-
"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
" 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.
LANARKSHIRE AND RENFREWSHIRE FOX-
" 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-
" 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 !"
SPLENDID HUNTING RUN WITH THE LANARK-
SHIRE AND RENFREWSHIRE FOX-HOUNDS.
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.
THE PAST HUNTING SEASON.
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 !"
THE LANARKSHIRE AND RENFREWSHIRE
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Marmion, .. j
Gratitude, , )
Damper, . . . j
Comfort, . . .
Welcome, .. j
Tempest, ... j
Bel voir Striver,
Grove Barrister, ....
York and Ainsty
Diligence, . .
Rutland, . . .
Hermit, . . .
Wildare, . .
Timely, . .
York and Ainsty
York and Ainsty
York and Ainsty
York and Ainsty
8 Years old,
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... 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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