SPORT. 



By W. BROMLEY-DAVENPORT, 



Late M.P. for North Warwickshire. 



FOX-HUNTING. j COVERT-SHOOTING. 



SALMON-FISHING. | DEER-STALKING. 



With Twenty-one Full-Page and Twenty-four smaller Illustrations by 

 Lieut. -General HENRY HOPE CREALOCKE, C.B. 



From " THE TIMES." 



"We have read the late Mr. Bromley-Davenport's book on 'Sport ' with mingled pleasure and 

 regret. We are sorry to think that we shall have nothing m jre from a man who might certainly have 

 made himself a reputation as a writer. A better ' all-ruund ' sportsman never Lved, and a br.ghter 

 volume has seldom been written on sporting subjects. Everywhere we recognise genuine literary 

 talent a light touch; vividly picturesque descr.pticns the g.ft cf describing everyday incidents 

 dramatically, with a humorous insight into the natures both of men and beasts. 1'here is a racy 

 freshness in every page, and the practical knowledge brought to the work is unimpeachable. If 

 Mr. Davenport ever Toses the temper which never failed him in the mrst trying circumstances in 

 the field or on the river, it is when he is exposing the absurdities of the Cockney scribes wh:> 

 denounce spirts of which they are lud.crously ign >rant ; or when his wrath is stirred by pol.txians 

 legislating to set classes by the ears. For himself, he was a country gentleman of the best type, 

 who had always lived on kindly terms with the tenantry among whom his ancestors had been 

 settled fir some ooo years. Yet Mr. Davenport's literary work, excellent as it is, is run hard by 

 General Cr<-rl cke's illustrations. Each of the sketches, while strikingly real. stic, is a study tf 

 the poetry, the pathos, or the humour of wild animal l.fe. Thus noth ng can be more inspiritin;; 

 than the noble group of Highland stags on the front.splece, voluptu usly sniffing the fresh breeze 

 on thVr native hills, with far-gazing eyes and distended nostrils. Nothing can be more pathetic 

 than the magnificently-antlered reindeer stag, towards the end of the volume, limping painfully 

 ' vcr the snowfield in the wake of his companions, as he carries away the deadly bullet in his 

 vitals. There is a similar contrast between the strong, swift, smxth-furred fox going away at a 

 gallop, on the title-page, to the tally-ho, and the same animal, jaded and breathless, dragging his 

 m<'d-t>epattered bru^h in the 'shadow of death.' But General Crealocke's hounds hares, 

 ]i!iea> ants, &c , are all equally good ; and perhaps the m st spir.ted and original of all are his 

 salmon, seen through the transparent med.um of their native element." 



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