Oscar Wilde once called it "the unspeakable in full pursuit of the uneatable." Nationwide polls show that half of the British population would like the sport banned. Yet never has fox hunting had such an avid and devoted horde of admirers. From the vast, hilly estates of Leicestershire to the pit-scarred mining fields of Wales, the peremptory piping of the hunter's horn and cries of "Yu-rt, my lassies, Yu-rt" were everywhere last week. As the annual season began, dukes and duchesses, and workingmen as well, were galloping after the fox. So many thousands of others were coming just to...
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