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panorama as ever I have had the good luck to 

 behold. Still we hear no view halloo ! and there is 

 time to observe some of the notabilities belonging 

 to the Hunt. 



First there is Mr. Samuel H. Warren, the secretary, 

 who knows and is known to every one — one of those 

 genial and hospitable men who are frequently met 

 with in the counties of Devon and Somerset — re- 

 spected, and deservedly so, by all. Then there is 

 the veteran sportsman who has hunted over this 

 country for very many years — the Rev. John Russell, 

 now in his eighty-fourth year, to whom I had the 

 good fortune to be introduced a few days previous. 

 Time has dealt graciously with this fine old man; 

 and you have only to note his seat in the saddle to 

 be aware that a horseman of no ordinary qualifica- 

 tions is before you. This morning he has ridden 

 twenty-five miles to cover, and, after hunting all 

 day, will ride as great, if not a greater distance, to 

 his home at Swimford. 



On the occasion of a long run on the Quantock 

 Hills during last season the stag ran through St. 

 Audries, and swam away into the muddy waters of 

 the Bristol Channel, on which occasion he told me 

 he had to ride fifty-two miles before he reached his 

 home. I had only twenty-two miles to return ; but 

 night set in before I reached the Lion at Dulverton, 

 where I had fixed my quarters, and I should not have 

 cared particularly to have travelled on with a tired 

 horse thirty miles further. Awaiting the finding of 

 the stag, this now rare specimen of the hunting 

 parson, who, nevertheless, is beloved and respected 

 throughout the length and breadth of Devon and 



