FOX-HUNT.

THE Foot ball Eleven, while in Montreal, were, through the courtesy of the McGill Club, witnesses of many pleasing sights. Among these, none was more interesting than the fox-hunt at Verdun, a place five miles distant from the city, and just above the Lachine Rapids. All preparations had been made the previous evening, and Saturday morning found us on our way to the place appointed for the meeting. The ride along the bank of the St. Lawrence was very delightful, and we reached the Manor-house in time to form in the line of carriages starting for the woods, and to see the participants in the sport, preceded by the grooms and outriders with a pack of forty hounds in the distance. Over a dusty road to a beautiful valley our route lay, and soon we were pleasantly situated on the brow of a hill commanding a view for miles about. Fully ten minutes elapsed, after the dogs were led into the woods, before the sign of a trail was struck, but suddenly the deep baying of the hounds gave all to understand that it had been found. Away went the hunting-party over fences, ditches, and stone-walls, more after the manner of a steeple-chase than a fox-hunt. The gentlemen were easily distinguished, for the most part, by their red waistcoats and jockey caps, the ladies (for there were four) by their black dress and hat. Along the fields to the woods they move, and soon emerge on the other side just in sight. Here the trail seemed for a moment lost, but was found stretching back to the other side of the road within fifty feet of the place where we were. No more interesting or exciting picture can be imagined than that of the party furiously riding towards us, up and down the hills, the red and black dresses of the riders intermingled, all spurring to gain the nearest place to the hounds. The lead was taken by a lady, whose horse cleared the fences beautifully, and the last one we saw her over, an unusually high brush fence, was left without a visible touch, while the next rider was cast headlong from his saddle. He managed to remount, and the party kept on behind the hounds. Into the woods at the same breakneck pace they went, until they were finally out of sight, and we could only judge of their movements by the cries of the dogs and the notes of the bugle urging them on. After a chase of almost two hours, two foxes were run down, - the first taken by a lady, the other by a gentleman. Instead of awarding the entire fox to the successful huntsman only the tail is given to him, while the feet and head are the booty of those coming up afterwards. The hunt was completed by a dinner on the return to the house, but the lack of time forced us to leave a merry feast. Not only at the hunt, but during the entire visit of the Eleven at Montreal, the McGill Club were most courteous and hospitable, and it is to be hoped that they may be as cordially received next spring as the Harvard Eleven were this fall.

"DOCTOR."