SPORT. 



By W. BROMLEY-DAVENPORT, 



Late M.P. for North Warwickshire. 



FOX-HUNTING. i COVERT-SHOOTING. 



SALMON-FISHING. | DEER-STALKING. 



Willi 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 mare from a man who might certainly have 

 made himself a reputation as a writer. A better _' all-r^und ' sportsman never Uved, and a brighter 

 volume has seldom been written on sporting subjects. Ever>-where we recognise genuine literary 

 talent— a light t-juch ; vividly picturesque descr.ptions— the g>ft cf describing everyday incidents 

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

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

 Mr. Davenport ever loses the temper which never failed him in the most trying circumstances in 

 the field or on the river, it is when he is exposing the absurdities of the Cockney scribes who 

 denounce sports of which they are lud.crously ign jrant ; or when his wrath is stirred by politicians 

 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 fjr some 900 years. Yet Mr. Davenport's literary work, excellent as it is, is run hard by 

 General Crealocke's illustrations. Each of the sketches, while strikingly realistic, is a study cf 

 the poetry, the pathos, or the humour of wild animal Lfe. Thus nothing can be more inspiriting 

 than the noble group of Highland_ stags on the frontispiece, voluptu usiy sniffing the fresh breeze 

 on th-^lr 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 

 over 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, smotth-furred fox going away at a 

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

 nii'd-bespattered brush in the 'shadow of death.' But General Crealocke 's hounds, hares, 

 pheasants, &c , are all equally good ; and perhaps the m st spirited and original of all are his 

 salmon, seen thri^ugh the transparent medium of their native element." 



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