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between them ; and a country abounding in 

 wild open moors, fairly undulated, and holding 

 a grand scent, over which a hound and a 

 horse could travel together at tip-top pace, 

 while every passage of a run might be seen 

 by the rider ; a country, in fact, such as 

 Meynell and Warde never saw in their hap- 

 piest dreams. 



Like the "Old Berkeley"' of former days, 

 which, when hunted by Mr. Harvey Combe 

 and Mr. Majoribanks, with the famous Harry 

 Oldaker for their huntsman, extended from 

 Barnett to Cirencester, this grand moorland 

 country stretched east and west, literally from 

 Torrington to Bodmin, a distance of upwards 

 of seventy miles, including the vast intervening 

 space, north and south, between Exmoor and 

 Dartmoor. Then, for the convenience of the 

 hounds in so wide a range, they occupied, 

 according to their meets, kennels at Iddesleigh, 

 Hayne, Bodmin, and Pencarrow ; Iddesleigh, 

 of course, being their head-quarters at all other 

 times. 



It would be a long task, and in most cases 

 a downright infliction on the reader, however 

 patient under the recital of mahogany-runs 

 that reader might be, if even a tithe of the 

 brilliant and continuous sport shown by Rus- 

 sell from 1828 to 1832 were recorded in this 

 memoir. 



