<tAnthony Trollope 



' Everybody rides across everybody's land out hunting/ 



' Would they ride across your park, Mr. Morton, if you 

 didn't let them ? ' 



' Certainly they would — and break down all my gates if 

 I had them locked, and pull down my park palings to let 

 the hounds through.' 



* And you would get no compensation ? ' 



' Practically I could get none. And certainly I should 

 not try. The greatest enemy to hunting in the whole 

 county would not be foolish enough to make the attempt.' 



' Why so ? ' 



' He would get no satisfaction, and everybody would 

 hate him.' 



' Then I respect that man the more. What is that man's 

 name .^ ' Morton hadn't heard the name, or had forgotten 

 it. 'I shall find that man out, and have some conversation 

 with him, Mr. Morton. I respect that man, Mr. Morton. 

 He 's one against two hundred, and he insists upon his 

 rights. These men standing round and wiping their eyes, 

 and stifled with grief because a fox had been poisoned, as 

 though some great patriot had died among them in the 

 service of his country, formed one of the most remarkable 

 phenomena, sir, that ever I beheld in any country. When 

 I get among my own people in Mickewa and tell them that, 

 they won't believe me, sir.' 



In the meantime the cavalcade was hurrying away to 

 Impington Gorse, and John Morton, feeling that he had not 

 had an opportunity as yet of showing his American friend 



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