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" chopped " one close to where the second whip was posted. Simultane- ously another was viewed away with the main body of the pack in pursuit, a good run being soon in progress. The second whip, who was a particu- larly cute and daring little fellow — an opportunist in his own particular line — picked up the carcase of the fox, and, carrying it on his saddle, he took care to keep out of everyone's way as he manoeuvred around the country keeping a look out as to where hounds were running. A big stretch of country had been galloped over by followers, and as hounds were approaching Knockmountain the whip slipped on ahead of them. Within the woodland the carcase was dropped and a ringing " Who-whoop ! ' : resounded o'er the valley. Of course everybody was highly satisfied at the fitting termination of a good run, and a " cap " for the hunt staff which was common in those days was duly taken. There was only one — an old and astute member of the Hunt (Mr. Kidston) — who was a trifle suspicious. He afterwards asked the huntsman for the truth about the matter, and he got it. The whip concerned in this escapade was Bert Thatcher, the present huntsman of the Zetland Hounds. On 1 2th March there was the usual big company at Finlaystone, and a brilliant run was afterwards had from Knockmountain. The course taken was over Barscube Hill by Gleddoch to West Ferry, thence by Castlehill and Barmore, to kill in the open just above Park Erskine Glen. This was not the only sport of that day, as from Craig Marloch hounds hunted another by Knockmountain down to Finlaystone, leaving which they had only a stale line back by Knockmountain to Dr. Brown's coverts, where they again chimed in merrily to run by Auchinbothie, Bardrainy, Brodie's Wood, and Broadfield, back to Finlaystone. They then carried on over Barscube Hill, where scent failed at the end of a really good day. There was nothing