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hour with ease to themselves and hixury to 

 their rider. 



His kennel at Eddlesthorpe was at least 

 fifteen miles from his mansion at Sledmere, 

 and he was constantly in the habit of riding 

 thither on hunting mornings before his hounds 

 left for a meet yet many miles farther. It is 

 related of him that, "if asked to go a hundred 

 miles to ride a race, he puts a clean shirt in 

 his pocket, his racing jacket under his waist- 

 coat, a pair of overalls above his leathers, and, 

 jumping upon a thoroughbred tit, arrives there 

 the next day by the time of starting; and, 

 when the race is over, canters his thorough- 

 bred home again." 



Far different was Russell's case from Sir 

 Tatton's. Subject always to a short stud and 

 indifferent hacks, which not unfrequently were 

 Exmoor ponies, sometimes half-broken and wild 

 as the red-deer, Russell fought his way over 

 the roughest roads in England, starting often 

 before daylight, and returning still oftener long 

 after nightfall, guided by instinct or the stars 

 of heaven to his far-distant home. 



It may well be imagined, therefore, that in 

 the matter of hacks and cross-country roads. 

 Sir Tatton's performances, however long in the 

 saddle, were scarcely more than pleasant exer- 

 cise compared with those of Russell's. Still, 

 Sir Tatton was a wonder ; and in Yorkshire, 



