204 SPORT. 



And you, his favoured guest, are appointed and 

 requested by him to " end his being." Let us 

 hope that you will do this in such accomplished 

 fashion that he, to continue the quotation — 



"Sees no more the stroke, or feels the pain, 

 Than favoured man by touch ethereal slain." 



At any rate, for the present at least, there is no 

 one to do it but yourself, no human form dare 

 venture on that sacred ground or come between 

 the wind and your nobility, or what is much more 

 important, the sensitive olfactory organs of your 

 quarry. This, in itself, detracts from the wildness 

 of the sport. 



Then again you are " cribbed and confined " by 

 the " march ; " beyond a certain point you dare not 

 pursue your quarry lest you drive him on to the 

 ground of some watchful neighbour, and often, oh, 

 how often ! for the very same reason, your host is 

 very sorry, but he dare not send you into the forest 



