The hunt had its grumble too because some of the finest coverts were closed to the hounds, and because they wanted to know what became of the foxes that formerly lived in those coverts.

Here was a beautiful place--a place that one might dream life away in--filled with all manner of discontent.
Everything was done with the best intention.

But the keystone was wanting--the landlord, the master, who had grown up in the traditions of the spot, and between whom and the people there would have been, even despite of grievances, a certain amount of sympathy.

So true is it that in England, under the existing system of land tenure, an estate cannot be worked like the machinery of a factory.
At first, when the pheasant-preserving began to reach such a height, there was a great deal of poaching by the resident labourers.

The temptation was thrust so closely before their faces they could not resist it.