IN THE SHIRES 



the pace, and the motorist enjoys this although he 

 cannot indulge in jumping. 



To-day as in olden times, whenever you find 

 him, whether in the Shires or the most provincial 

 country, the fox is the cherished object of pursuit, 

 and so we may conclude this chapter with Egerton 

 Warburton's well-known lines. 



Since one fox on foot more diversion will bring 



Than twice twenty thousand cock pheasants on wing, 



That man we all honour, whate'er be his rank, 



Whose heart heaves a sigh when his gorse is drawn blank. 



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