158 MEMOIR OF 



Tuesday, met Mr. Rolle at Ivybridge. 



Wednesday, Mr. Trelawny, Newnham Park. 



Thursday, Mr. Rolle, Brent Station. 



Friday, Mr. Rolle, Delamore. 



Saturday, Mr. Trelawny, Hanger Down. 



Unfortunately, the weather during the week 

 was not favourable to scent ; consequently, with 

 no lack of foxes, the sport did not prove exactly 

 the dainty dish Mr. Trelawny's hospitality would 

 have set before his friends. Having earthed 

 their fox within a mile or so of Ivybridge on 

 that sixth day, Russell looked at his watch, 

 and, finding it was just two o'clock, he took 

 his hat off to Mrs. Parker, bid her and the field 

 good-bye, and then, homeward bound, steered 

 his course northwards directly over the moor. 



Between his home and Hanger Down, whence 

 he started, the distance is roughly estimated at 

 seventy miles ; and as he pricked on merrily, 

 and never quitted his saddle, with the exception 

 of changing his horse midway, till he reached 

 his own stable door at eleven p.m., it cannot 

 be less. He then dined heartily, slept well, 

 and the next day, to crown the week's work, 

 performed three full services in his parish with 

 his wonted animation, earnestness, and effect. 

 '* Before he had taken anything to eat, however," 

 writes Admiral Parker, "he sat down and hlled 

 a sheet of note-paper to my eldest daughter, 

 saying he had tasted nothing, not even a biscuit, 



