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Holts, hoping, no doubt, to gain that city of refuge once 

 more, and then to whisk his brush in the face of his foes. 

 But in this manoeuvre he was fairly out-generalled by 

 the dog's tactics. Tip had taken the short cut — the 

 chord of the arc — and as the hounds raced by at some 

 distance off, there I saw him dancing about on Gray's 

 Holts, throwing his tongue frantically, and doing his 

 utmost by noise and gesture to scare the fox from 

 approaching the earths. Perfect success crowned the 

 manoeuvre ; the fox, not daring to face the lion in the 

 path, gave the spot a wide berth ; while the hounds, 

 carrying a fine head, passed on to the heather, and, 

 after a clinking run, killed him on the open moor.' 



In 1 8 19 Jack Russell was ordained deacon, and 

 appointed to his first curacy at George-Nympton, near 

 South Molton, where he made the friendship of the Rev. 

 John Froude of Knowstone, famed throughout Devon 

 for his love of hounds and his contempt for bishops, 

 who could boast that he hunted three days a week and 

 shot the other three, and could walk any man in the 

 county off his legs. When that resolute High Church- 

 man and stern disciplinarian Henry Phillpotts was 

 appointed to the See of Exeter he was determined 

 to call to account these foxhunting parsons in his 

 diocese, whom he regarded as a scandal to the Church. 

 Thrice the bishop cited the Rev. John Froude to 

 appear before him, but that sturdy parson took not 

 the slightest notice of the citations. 



The bishop at length was determined to have an 

 interview with Froude, and as his lordship was staying 

 at the time with that pattern of a country gentleman, 

 Tom Carew of Collipriest, he started for Knowstone 

 with that object. By some intuition, however, peculiar 



