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Mr. Pomeroy Gilbert, was then despatched after 

 them ; and, on approaching a tor of that wild 

 moor, he heard the three hounds beneath it, 

 marking among the cavernous rocks that lay at 

 its base. In went his terriers ; and Jemmy, 

 soon handling his fox, brought him home that 

 night, in great triumph, to the Priory kennels. 



A friend who was present on that occasion, 

 writes thus : " I never knew of a pack finding 

 three foxes at once — with scent breast-high — 

 and accounting for all three of them, as Russell's 

 did on that day." 



Perhaps there is no more remarkable feature 

 in Russell's long career than the hardihood of 

 frame and power of endurance he has exhibited — 

 and that, too, without showing fatigue — in 

 riding long distances to cover, hunting his 

 hounds all day, and returning home at night, 

 from points frequently far more distant than 

 even the morning meets. In all the annals of 

 the chase few men, if any, taking the outside 

 of a horse as their conveyance, have equalled 

 him in this respect. 



The late Sir Tatton Sykes, a man of Her- 

 culean strength and courage, comes nearest to 

 him in the long road distances he was wont to 

 accomplish in the saddle alone. But it will be 

 remembered that Sir Tatton rode only thorough- 

 bred hacks, animals that travelled like oil, and 

 from their fine condition, did their ten miles an 



