There might be six or seven acres in the field, which was long and narrow, so that the huntsman had space to walk leisurely up and down with the pack clustering round him, when he considered that longer sitting might chill them.

The church tower was close at hand, visible through the trees, and the field itself was green and soft, though never splashing with mud or heavy with holes.
Edgehill was a favourite meet in that country, partly because foxes were very abundant in the great wood adjacent, partly because the whole country around is grass-land, and partly, no doubt, from the sporting propensities of the neighbouring population.

As regards my own taste, I do not know that I do like beginning a day with a great wood,--and if not beginning it, certainly not ending it.

It is hard to come upon the cream of hunting, as it is upon the cream of any other delight.

Who can always drink Lafitte of the finest, can always talk to a woman who is both beautiful and witty, or can always find the right spirit in the poetry he reads?
A man has usually to work through much mud before he gets his nugget.