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Russell's kindness and liberality, I had ample 

 time before me to look around and suit myself 

 in that respect. But I will not recount the 

 similar acts of kind consideration in various 

 ways, especially in those of hospitality, which 

 I received from him and Mrs. Russell during 

 that happy and unclouded period of my early 

 life passed at Swymbridge. 



** Once, and once onlv," continues the same 

 curate, " did a slight skirmish take place between 

 us, and that was on the wild open moor near 

 Lanacre Bridge. It was a cold biting day in 

 February. We had found in Twitchen Town 

 Wood, and the hounds with a grand scent, 

 having brought their fox up to the bridge, had 

 there come to a check. A hound called Castor, 

 however, hitting the fox under the archway 

 of the bridge, through which the flood had 

 carried him, dashed into the angry river, and 

 by some means became unable either to pass 

 under the arch or land on the opposite bank. 

 * The hound will be drowned ; jump in and 

 save him,' shouted Russell to me, in a state 

 of the wildest panic ; ' jump in, I say.' 



" But, in truth, I saw no danger for the 

 hound ; whereas a plunge into the roaring Barle, 

 forbiddingly keen as the wind blew, was likely 

 to be one for me. I hesitated for an instant, 

 and as I did so Castor struggled out, and, like 

 a brave hound, threw his tongue manfully on 



