The minstrels sing of an English King of many long years ago, who dearly loved to chase the stag across the royal wood, but had few other ways of amusing himself. In those days country squires and lesser gentry went foxhunting only when the woods were not full of staghunting nobility. Nowadays foxhunting is a complicated and difficult sport, but life for a master of staghounds is comparatively simple. He picks out a spot for the hunt to begin; the stag is carted to that spot. The hounds are not supposed to kill...
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