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dissimilar ; but, from that day, he was tainted, 

 if not impressed, with the behef that something 

 of the Cassandra foresight — the power of looking 

 into futurity, that abyss of impenetrable darkness 

 — is possessed by the gipsy race ; at all events, 

 prevalent as such an idea has been among men 

 of the strongest minds — and their name is legion 

 — it may be doubted if many, or any, could give 

 better grounds for their phantasy than Russell. 



Testimonials, in the form of silver goblets, 

 salvers, and such-like presents, are far from 

 being always a proof that the recipients have 

 really deserved them ; nor, though I^ussell has 

 had in his day a fair share of such honours, 

 would they now be referred to if one of a very 

 unusual and remarkable character had not been 

 conferred on him some time before he had 

 fairly settled at Tordown. 



Mr. C. A. Harris, of Hayne, animated by a 

 strong and unqualified admiration of Russell's 

 powers, both as a huntsman and a man, con- 

 ceived the notion of doing him honour by a 

 plan of singularly novel and unique design. It 

 happened that, after a sharp burst with a fox 

 in that country, Russell ran him to ground in 

 an old quarry near Hayne, the excavation of 

 which had been long discontinued. Whether 

 he killed him or not, deponent sayeth not ; 

 but it is on record that from that date Mr. 

 Harris determined to convert the quarry into 



