The Life of a Foxhound — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
The Life of a Foxhound
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“Yes,” replied Trimbush. “He was led out of the court the next day,
with a rope round his neck, to suffer for his repeated offence. It made
us very sad to see him taken away; but no caution or punishment could
break him of the habit, and his example was a shocking one for the
young entry.”
“I’ll take great care not to acquire such an one,” said I.
“Several made the same remark,” replied Trimbush, “and some, who were
rather prone to indulge in kicking up a row for nothing, made serious
resolutions to avoid doing so for the future, when the fate of the
babbler was witnessed.”
“It was necessary, I suppose, for the discipline of the pack?” rejoined
I.
“Ay,” added the old hound, “if it were not for strict discipline we
should be as ungovernable, wild, and useless as a lot of untamed
tigers. Indeed,” continued he, “I’m not certain that the tigers
couldn’t be turned to greater advantage.”
CHAPTER IX.
“Cold grew the foggy morn: the day was brief:
Loose on the cherry hung the crimson leaf:
The dew dwelt ever on the herb, the woods
Roared with strong blasts, with mighty showers the floods.
All green was vanished, save the pine and yew,
That still displayed their melancholy hue,
Save the green holly with its berries red,
And the green moss that o’er the gravel spread.”
It was the last day of November, and, consequently, the concluding
one of the first month of regular hunting, that I was left at home
in consequence of indisposition. The huntsman had given me the night
before a dose of something which tasted horribly bitter, and I tried
to reject taking it; but, from my position between his knees, and his
ramming a bullock’s horn half down my throat, I was obliged to swallow
the nauseous mixture against my will. Between the effects of this, and
the mortification of being deprived of the pleasure of a day’s hunting,
my spirits became sadly depressed, and I could do nothing but creep
about the court whining, and feeling as miserable a dog as any on four
feet.
The day was very windy, and the light clouds, looking like fleecy wool,
scudded before the gale, charged with rain; but with the exception of
a few drops which occasionally fell, there was nothing as yet but the
threatening of the flooding storm.