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IT is a difficult task to describe a wild country so exactly that a stranger's eye shall at once be made acquainted with its scenery and character by the description. And yet this is absolutely necessary if the narration of sports in foreign countries is supposed to interest those who have never had the opportunity of enjoying them. The



want of graphic description of localities in which the events have occurred, is the principal cause of that tediousness which generally accompanies the steady perusal of a sporting work. You can

read twenty pages with interest, but a monotony soon pervades it, and sport then assumes an appearance of mere slaughter.

Now, the actual killing of an animal, the death itself, is not sport, unless the circumstances connected with it are such as to create that peculiar feeling which can only be expressed by the word "sport." This feeling cannot exist in the heart of a butcher; he would as soon slaughter a fine buck, by tying him to a post and knocking him down, as he would shoot him in his wild native hauntsthe actual moment of death, the fact of killing, is his enjoyment. To a true sportsman the enjoyment of a sport increases in proportion to the wildness of the country. Catch a six-pound trout in a quiet mill-pond in a populous manufacturing neighbourhood, with well cultivated meadows on either side the stream, fat cattle grazing on the rich pasturage, and, perhaps, actually watching you as you land : it may be sport. But catch a similar fish far from the haunts of



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heathery mountains, where the shadow of a rod has seldom been reflected in the stream, and you cease to think the former fish worth catching ;still he is the same size, showed the same courage, had the same perfection of condition, and yet you cannot allow that it was sport compared with this wild stream. If you see no difference in the excitement, you are not a sportsman; you would as soon catch him in a washing tub, and you should buy your fish when you require him; but never use a rod, or you would disgrace the hickory.

This feeling of a combination of wild country with the presence of the game itself to form a real sport is most keenly manifested when we turn our attention to the rifle. This noble weapon is thrown away in an enclosed country. The smooth bore may and does afford delightful sport upon our cultivated fields; but even that pleasure is doubled when those enclosures no longer intervene, and the wide-spreading moors and morasses of Scotland give an idea of freedom and undisturbed nature. Who can compare grouse with partridge shooting? Still the difference exists not so much in the character of the bird as in the features of the country. It is the wild aspect of the hea

thery moor without a bound, except the rugged outline of the mountains upon the sky, that gives such a charm to the grouse-shooting in Scotland, and renders the deer-stalking such a favourite sport among the happy few who can enjoy it.

All this proves that the simple act of killing is not sport; if it were, the Zoological Gardens would form as fine a field to an elephant shot as the wildest Indian jungle.

Man is a blood-thirsty animal, a beast of prey, instinctively; but let us hope that a true sportsman is not a savage, delighting in nothing but death, but that his pursuits are qualified by a love of nature, of noble scenery, of all the wonderful productions which the earth gives forth in different latitudes. He should thoroughly understand the nature and habits of every beast or bird that he looks upon as game. This last attribute is indispensable; without it he may kill, but he is not a sportsman.

We have, therefore, come to the conclusion, that the character of a country influences the character of the sport. The first question, therefore, that an experienced man would ask at the recital of a sporting anecdote would be, "What kind of country is it?" That being clearly described to

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