1 62 CENTURY OF ENGLISH FOX-HUNTING 



three Misses Taylor, of Dulverton, Mrs. Pyne Coffin, 

 Miss Luttrell, Miss Whidbourne, Mrs. Louis, Mrs. 

 Russell Riccard, Mrs. James Turner, Miss Vibart, 

 Lady Lindsay, Mrs. Proctor Baker, Miss Constance 

 Baxendale, Mrs. Lock Roe, Mrs. Granville Somerset, 

 Mrs. Cholmondeley, the Misses Carew, of Marley, 

 and the Misses Parker. 



There are many more names which I should 

 like to mention, and which Mr. Russell would 

 have wished me to mention, but space forbids. 

 I must, however, refer to Mr. Knight, the Squire of 

 Simonsbath, and to Mrs. Knight, of whose hospi- 

 tality I was often the recipient. On one occasion 

 I stayed at their hospitable house later than I ought 

 to have done owing to a dense fog. Now an 

 Exmoor fog is worse than the pea-soup of London 

 in November, and I had to ride twelve miles over 

 the moor to Porlock. " What shall I do ? " I asked. 

 " Put the reins on your pony's neck. He knows the 

 way better than you do." 1 followed the advice, and 

 arrived safely at Porlock, though I had to ride 

 through the Doone Valley at Badsworthy in a fog 

 so thick that I could not see my pony's head. I 

 had no reason to boast of the feat, for Mr. Russell 

 once rode fifty miles over Exmoor in a heavy snow- 

 storm. 



I have constantly been asked whether Mr. Russell 

 was a good horseman. His reply to the question 

 would be " No." His words were : " How can a man 

 at my age, who stands over six feet in his socks, and 



