PRINCE &- PEASANT, PEEK &■ PHEASANT in 



corn exchanges of Mark Lane, of the hay, grain, and 

 poultry markets of the provincial borough. Think, in 

 short, of all the money, English and foreign, which 

 filters its sure way through the devious channels of trade 

 to the pockets of the labourer in the village or the 

 artisan in the town. And though you cannot say 

 that the pheasant alone is responsible for all this 

 for he shares it with partridge and grouse, hare 

 and rabbit, deer and wildfowl, yet, since he roosts 

 in his thousands nearest our homes, since he is 

 bred and nurtured, brought to the gun, the larder, 

 the market, and the table in greater profusion and 

 in fairer style in this country than in any other, 

 has he no right, foreigner and barn-door fowl though 

 he may be called, to claim some share of the in- 

 dustry and commerce, the solid gains and pros- 

 perous exchanges, which follow in the train of the 

 British love of shooting and all other field sports ? 



But you and I see even more than all these 

 things, you and I who have travelled together, in 

 wondrous luxury .or unadulterated discomfort, over 

 the varied surface of this exiguous planet, this plen- 

 teous mother earth. You and I, born and nurtured 

 under the fog-borne chime of Big Ben, or the shriller, 

 sweeter stroke of the old stable clock in a country 

 manor-house, but who have seen together the dust of 



