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every man who hunts from a love of sport, and who feels sick 

 and disgusted when he sees a good fox mobbed at starting, or 

 dug out fresh and strong to be thrown to the hounds. A 

 huntsman goes out to kill his fox. It is his object and aim, as 

 it is that of a shooter to bag his partridges in September. But 

 as well might the latter rake into his game in a fiuTow, or a 

 courser knock a hare on the head in her form, as that he 

 should be unscrupulous as to the means — and he, too, has not 

 himself alone to please, but is in a manner catering for the 

 amusement of the pubHc, who at any time might buy a Reynard 

 of their own to slay at leisure, were the mere sight of vulpine 

 blood so dear to them. Sincerely is it to be hoped that such 

 sanguinary vaunts may be consigned to the vast waste-paper 

 room that underUes the office of 21ie Field. 



