no SPORT. 



savage denunciation of those tyrannical landowners 

 who not only did not permit their tenants to kill 

 the ground game on their farms, but even forced 

 them, under heavy penalties, to preserve their egg*. 

 In the instructive passage above given, however, 

 the impossible is pointed out as the legitimate aim of 

 the manly shooter. But alone manly or unmanly 

 he may as well try for the lost tribes as the rocketer, 

 which I may at once define as a bird flying fast and 

 high in the air towards the shooter. His only chance 

 would be a pheasant that flusters up at his feet and 

 flies straight and low away from him : a tame and 

 stupid shot even if he kills him dead, which he 

 probably will not do unless he " plasters " him, but will 

 have to run after him and massacre him, winged, on 

 the ground. Much in the same strain, though not 

 so grossly ignorant, is the advice to the partridge- 

 shooter to range the stubbles with his pointer, and 

 kill his birds in the good old-fashioned style, not 

 walk them up or drive them with beaters out of 

 turnips, the main difficulty of following such advice 



