148 MEMOIR OF 



Mrs. Russell was out on the above occasion, 

 and held, as usual, a forward place throughout 

 the run ; the patience of her husband and the 

 perseverance of the hounds giving her the 

 greatest delight. 



Cornwall, like its sister county, is famed, as 

 all the world knows, for its hospitality ; and 

 now it was that certain Cornish gentlemen 

 threw open their halls, their covers, and their 

 kennels, to welcome Russell across the border 

 and provide him and his held with a fortnight's 

 hunting twice in the year — and such hunting, 

 over those wild moors, the Roughtor and 

 Brownwilly wastes — the grassy, scent-holding 

 lands of Tetcott and Pencarrow — as made the 

 country ring with the sport from Tavistock to 

 the Land's End. 



** Many a tale," writes Mr. Harris, "is even 

 yet told in the settle of the wayside inn, of the 

 runs that happened during that hunting period 

 of unwonted brilliancy. No farmer within the 

 adjoining or distant parishes, who had a horse 

 or a pony, failed to be present ; labour was com- 

 paratively suspended ; and even the women — 

 ' care creature ' — put on their Sunday bonnets 

 and shawls to go and see Mr. Russell find a fox. 

 The houses in the neighbourhood were full of 

 guests, and these hunting meetings possessed 

 rather the character of triumphant ovations than 

 the appearance of ordinary fixtures. Petitions 



