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a great advantage to the hounds — which, day 

 after day, whether Russell's, Trelawny's, or Sir 

 Walter Carew's rarely returned to their kennels 

 without showing a fine wild run, and crow^ning 

 it with a kill. 



One day, a brace of foxes were found by 

 Sir Walter Carew's hounds, the first in Twitchen 

 Town Wood, the second near Lanacre Bridge, 

 and both were killed, the latter in forty, the 

 former in thirty-six minutes, without the shadow 

 of a check in either case from first to last, every 

 inch of the run being over the wild rough 

 heather of Exmoor ; some idea may thus be 

 formed of the style of sport that, as a rule, 

 marked the South Molton meetings at that period. 



Speaking of that day in particular. Sir Walter 

 Carew, a well-known man with the Quorn about 

 that time, and a rare judge of hound's pace, 

 was wont to declare that he had never seen 

 tw^o such brilliant runs in one day, even in 

 Leicestershire, or any other country, 



Russell would have almost given the eyes 

 out of his head for a couple of bitches called 

 Beatrice and Barbara, which, figuring in front 

 and always abreast with the leading hounds, 

 distinguished themselves greatly in both runs. 

 Scarcely above twenty-one inches in height, 

 they were yet models of strength, length, and 

 symmetry ; dark tan, or, rather, hare-pied in 

 colour, and never idle, they were, as Russell 



