And as hard work as it is to ride up to them, even without a stiff fence at every two hundred yards, to roll you over on your head, if your horse is blown or clumsy.

Just consider how many are run, and how few are killed.

I consider a fox to be the noblest quarry in the world.

His speed, courage, and cunning are wonderful.

I have seen a fox run fifteen miles as the crow flies, and only three of us in at the death.
That's what I call sport." "So do I, by Jove!" said Jim.