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since he left our breakfast-table that morning 

 at ten, and that he felt neither hungry, thirsty, 

 nor tired after his day's work. The distance 

 from Hanger Down to Dennington," the Admiral 

 adds, "cannot be less than seventy miles." 



But besides Russell, there were a few others 

 in that country, kindred spirits and friends of 

 his, whom no road-work could daunt when the 

 m^et was a good one ; gentlemen who, hunting 

 either with Russell, Mr. Tom Hext, of Restormel, 

 or the Landue hounds, were in the habit 

 of riding incredible distances to cover, and 

 returning afterwards to their homes at night, 

 because they could find no comfortable sleeping 

 quarters in the neighbourhood of such popular 

 meets as Tetcott, Broadbury Castle, Chapman's 

 Well, or Dosmarv Pool. 



Mr. Trelawny, of Coldrennick, who hunted 

 the Dartmoor country for thirty years with such 

 signal success, was notably one of these ; but 

 again, like Sir Tatton Sykes, the hacks he 

 rode — Lalage, Melmoth, and Landsend — were 

 simply perfect. 



Another was Mr. C. A. Harris, who, to 

 meet hounds near Beaford, started from Pen- 

 tillie Castle at six a.m., and, after a blazing run 

 and a kill in Castle Hill Park, sixty-live miles 

 from Pentillie, returned thither to dinner at half 

 after six, the distance in road-riding alone being 

 about one hundred and fifteen miles. It was 



