"Many a night I've lain on my bed and groaned, when I thought of needless cruelties I'd put upon animals when I was a young, unthinking boy and I was pretty carefully brought up, too, according to our light in those days.

I often think that if I was cruel, with all the instruction I had to be merciful, what can be expected of the children that get no good teaching at all when they're young." "Tell us some more about the foxes, Mr.Wood," said Mr.Maxwell.
"Well, we used to have rare sport hunting them with fox-hounds.

I'd often go off for the day with my hounds.

Sometimes in the early morning they'd find a track in the snow.

The leader for scent would go back and forth, to find out which way the fox was going.