22 MEMOIR OF 



deer, Russell very naturally looked to him as 

 the pilot for the day. The racer, however, 

 appears to have had but little fancy for Jack's 

 company, for, on approaching incautiously within 

 reach of his heels, he was kicked under the 

 stirrup-iron with such force that he was thrown 

 headlong to the ground. 



But as the stirrup had acted as a shield to 

 his foot, so the friendly heather, breaking the 

 violence of his fall, saved his bones and 

 enabled him promptly to remount his steed 

 and follow the chase, if not a sadder, certainly 

 a wiser man for the rest of his life. 



jack, now taking his own line, made the 

 best of his way to Hawkridge, from the high 

 ground of which he could view the hounds 

 driving hard, and the field following at a long 

 distance from him ; and just as he had deter- 

 mined to start in pursuit, a gentleman trotted 

 up from an opposite direction and counselled 

 him to remain where he was, "for" said he, 

 "they'll be sure to come this way, and you 

 can see the sport better from this point than 

 if you were with them." 



Comprehending intuitively that his Mentor 

 spoke with authority, Russell without hesitation 

 adopted this kind advice, and again easing his 

 mare led her to and fro along the ridge, as 

 he feasted his eyes on the wild and stirring 

 scene taking place on the opposite moor. 



