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"And with your own ferrets, too," added the 

 doctor, seizing Russell by the collar and flog- 

 ging him with his long, heavy riding-whip, till 

 the whalebone appeared in splinters at its end. 



Many a week passed before the marks of 

 that castigation became invisible on Russell's 

 back ; but never from that day did he suffer 

 further persecution either from Hunter or any 

 other bully of the school ; for, though good- 

 natured to a fault, he was discovered to be too 

 dangerous a customer to trifle with. 



Without hunting, Jack Russell could not 

 have lived ; and severe as he knew the penalty 

 would be if he were caught indulging in it, 

 still hunting he must have in some shape or 

 other. Then, as ever since, it has been the 

 one master-passion of his life. " Men," some 

 one has truly said, "do not lose their passions 

 till they get their wings;" and certainly from 

 his earliest years Russell's passion for the chase 

 has clung to him closely as his own skin, 

 through good report and evil report, cheering 

 him in storms which few but he would have 

 faced; and in all weather, fair or foul, asserting 

 its ruling, nay, its paramount influence over 

 him even down to the close of his life. 



But after that episode with Hunter, either 

 by compulsion, or more likely from inclination. 

 Jack disposed of his ferrets, and took to keeping 

 hounds. He had already won the good-will of 



