Thoughts Upon Hunting: In a Series of Familiar Letters to a FriendE. Easton; sold by P. Elmsly [etc.] London, 1782 - 358 strán (strany) |
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Thoughts Upon Hunting: In a Series of Familiar Letters to a Friend Peter Beckford Úplné zobrazenie - 1802 |
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Strana 153 - ... therefore, to keep a considerable way behind them, that they may have room to turn as soon as they perceive they have lost the scent; and, if treated in this manner, they will seldom over-run it much. Your hounds, through the whole...
Strana 59 - In thee alone, fair land of liberty ! Is bred the perfect hound, in scent and speed As yet unrivall'd, while in other climes Their virtue fails, a weak degenerate race.
Strana 176 - Now let your huntsman throw in his hounds as quietly as he can, and let the two whippersin keep wide of him on either hand, so that a single hound may not escape them; let them be attentive to his halloo, and be ready to encourage or rate, as that directs : he will, of course, draw up the wind, for reasons which I shall give in another place.
Strana 63 - Mark well the wanton females of thy pack, That curl their taper tails, and frisking court Their pyebald mates enamour'd ; their red eyes Flash fires impure ; nor rest, nor food they take, Goaded by furious love.
Strana 284 - ... when I see it done; for, till I find a huntsman that is infallible, I shall continue to think the more my hounds spread, the better; as long as they are within sight or hearing, it is sufficient. - Many a time have I seen an obstinate hound hit off the scent, when an obstinate huntsman, by casting the wrong way, has done all in his power to prevent it. Two foxes I remember to have seen killed, in one day, by skirting hounds, whilst the huntsman was making his cast the contrary way.
Strana 89 - I by no means, however, approve of much hallooing to old hounds ; though it is true there is a time when hallooing is of ufe, a time when it does hurt, and a time when it is perfectly indifferent : but long practice and great attention...
Strana 206 - ... to stop him. Should you at any time be before the hounds, turn your horse's head the way they are going, get out of their track, and let them pass by you.
Strana 179 - But in the madness of delight, forget Your fears. Far o'er the rocky hills we range, And dangerous our course; but in the brave True courage never fails. In vain the stream In foaming eddies whirls; in vain the ditch Wide-gaping threatens death. The...
Strana 135 - ... say, perhaps, that a good huntsman will make a good whipper-in; - not such, however, as I mean; his talent must be born with him. My reasons are, that good hounds (and bad I would not keep) oftener need the one than the other; and genius, which in a whipper-in, if attended by obedience, his first requisite, can do no hurt; in a huntsman, is a dangerous, though a desirable, quality; and if not accompanied with a large share of prudence, and I may say humility, will oftentimes spoil your sport,...
Strana 69 - Fierce-menacing o'errule the stern debate, And quench their kindling rage ; for oft in sport Begun, combat ensues, growling they snarl, Then on their haunches rear'd, rampant they...