From Fox's Earth 



for his brush. Is it not time that the hill fox had 

 a run for his brush ? 



It seems to me an indictment against sport 

 that out of three or four possible animals for 

 our country is not rich it should be unable to 

 find a place for the likeliest of all. The factors 

 are present, a game animal, and an arena which 

 gives the quarry an advantage. What more is 

 wanted ? Hunting is said to be impossible. 

 Certainly, hunting of the showy sort such as 

 suggested to the foreigner an obvious omission 

 were not easy, and might lead to a break- neck 

 down the corrie. But hunting with thew and 

 sinew, if not easy, is quite possible, and presents 

 even certain attractions. All that is wanted is a 

 sportsmanlike spirit. There is a waste of good 

 material, a marvellous lack of ingenuity. Can 

 no one come to the aid of heavy-witted man ? 



Sportsmen go to the stream without a horse 

 which might be awkward there also, and probably 

 put them in the water. In the otter hunt we 

 seem to have a new form of sport, or perhaps a 

 revival of old healthy forms. Women wade waist 

 deep after the quarry. The doing of it opens a 

 new world the morning air, the cool shadows 

 on the pool, the mystery and grace of running 

 water. The mountain has as much to show as 

 the stream. The airs are as fresh, the corries 

 cast shadows as cool and deep. Jocund morn 

 stands tiptoe on the summit. A scramble on the 



