"
"You'd better not say so here, Mr. Gotobed."
"I know how full of prejudice you all air',--but I do respect him.
If I comprehend the matter rightly, he was on his own land when we
saw him."
"Yes;--that was his own field."
"And they meant to ride across it whether he liked it or no?"
"Everybody rides across everybody's land out hunting."
"Would they ride across your park, Mr. Morton, if you didn't let
them?"
"Certainly they would,--and break down all my gates if I had them
locked, and pull down my park palings to let the hounds through."
"And you could get no compensation?"
"Practically I could get none. And certainly I should not try. The
greatest enemy to hunting in the whole county would not be foolish
enough to make the attempt"
"Why so?"
"He would get no satisfaction, and everybody would hate him."
"Then I respect that man the more. What is that man's name?" Morton
hadn't heard the name, or had forgotten it. "I shall find that man
out, and have some conversation with him, Mr. Morton. I respect
that man, Mr. Morton. He's one against two hundred, and he insists
upon his rights. Those men standing round and wiping their eyes,
and stifled with grief because a fox had been poisoned, as though
some great patriot had died among them in the service of his
country, formed one of the most remarkable phenomena, Sir, that
ever I beheld in any country.
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