REV. RICHARD YERBURGH ON 



RUFUS 



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I have often been asked how I came to adopt the noiii- 

 de-plume McxA.dam. It is easily explained. My father, whose 

 portrait on one of his favourite hunters accompanies this short 

 sketch, was particularly fond of a gallop with hounds. In his 

 day the fashion of lingering over the nuts and the port had not 

 altogether died out, and many a run was discussed and many 

 an incident of the chase recalled when the fire shone bright on 

 the old hearth, and the rich Falernian sparkled in the glass, and 

 some of these scenes I would occasionally jot down and send 



Rev. Richard Yerburgh on " Rufus " 



to The Field under the pscudonyiii McAdam,* a name sug- 

 gested by the partiality shown by the old governor in the 

 winter months for the creation of that inventive genius " Mac- 

 adam " of which he had such a righteous horror in the summer, 

 for with a merry twinkle in his eye he would remark that 

 he could hardlv ever go out for a quiet ride on the road, how- 

 ever late in the dav, with(jut meeting the hounds. t 



* See Appendix a " Day -with the BelvoirT 

 t Vide Appendix, " Letter from Frank Gillard." 



