12 MEMOIR OF 



Those were glorious days so long as they 

 lasted ; the farmers, to a man, seeing the hounds 

 chiefly managed by Russell, giving them a hearty 

 welcome over their land, and supporting them 

 in various ways calculated to show their cordial 

 interest in the welfare of the pack. One, for 

 instance, would say, " he'd a got a hare sitting 

 in fuzzy-park bottom, and ef Maister Rissell 

 wid on'y bring up his cry, he'd turn un out, and 

 they'd have a rare crack o' hunting, sure enow." 

 Another w^ould inform him that "his auld blind 

 maire had mit w4' a mishap, got stogged in a 

 mire, zo he'd a knacked her in th' head, and 

 Maister Rissell was kindly welcome to her vor 

 the dags." 



Then, there was no end to the bread-and- 

 cheese and cider, wiiich the hospitable and 

 hound-loving yeomen of that county pressed 

 upon him and his companions, whenever the 

 chase led them within hail of their farm home- 

 steads. Perhaps the happiness of a schoolboy 

 was never more complete. Being a fair classical 

 scholar, and gifted w'ith far more than ordinary 

 abilities, which in any profession might have 

 carried him, but for his devotion to hounds, to 

 the top of the tree, he found no difficulty in 

 satisfying Dr. Richard's class requirements, and 

 at the same time, wiienever a half or a whole 

 holiday occurred, in following the pastime he so 

 keenly loved. 



