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Updated: September 12, 2025
Now falling headlong from his mountain bed Down sulph'rous space, o'er dismal lakes; Now held by hand of air on wings of lead He tries to rise gasping the hands' hold breaks, And downward he reels through shadows of the dead, Who cannot die though stalking in hell's flakes, Falling, he catches his heart-string on some hook, and wakes. Where did the Sportsman's Letters come from?
Now comes the lie of the man who would tell a good tale for the amusement of his friends; very well, the nature of man loves it, so we'll count it in, and along with it comes a host of little lies like the sportsman's lie and the traveler's lie they all help to make life merry, and the world can ill do without them. But now comes the lie of circumspection. You must learn to lie it without lying.
Such a district seemed to be the very realisation of a sportsman's or a naturalist's dream of paradise; and it was quickly decided that a halt should be called, and at least a few days devoted to the pursuit of game and the collection of natural history specimens.
There are far more phrases derived from the custom than can be traced to any other of the sportsman's arts. At least one of these collocations of words which has escaped from the minds of grown people still holds a place among the boys of this country. When two lads are fighting we often hear the bystanders say, by the way of encouragement to one of the contestants, "Give him jesse."
Here the old governor lorded it over sixty Russians, who formed the corps of the trading establishment, besides an indefinite number of Indian hunters of the Kodiak tribe, who were continually coming and going, or lounging and loitering about the fort like so many hounds round a sportsman's hunting quarters.
A few yards away, the horse lazily whisked his tail, while to the right the frowning crags rose, so near and steep that they seemed about to topple over and make an end of the improbable situation. At last the girl lifted her head, murmuring, "Straight through the heart!" The sportsman's vanity gave a little throb. It was a pretty shot, by Jove! He moved nearer.
At length, however, as the black-cocks towards the end of the season, when, in sportsman's language, they are said to flock or crowd, attracted together by the sound of each others' triumphant crow, even so did the pipers, swelling their plaids and tartans in the same triumphant manner in which the birds ruffle up their feathers, begin to approach each other within such distance as might give to their brethren a sample of their skill.
He is a tall thin man, bent much with age, and apparently too weak for much walking; he is dressed from head to foot in a sportsman's garb, with a broad stiffly starched coloured handkerchief tied rigidly round his neck. One would say that old as he is he has sacrificed in no way to comfort.
The jolly sportsman who enters the covert without being bit by the fox. May the pleasures of sportsmen never know an end. May the jolly fox-hunter never want freedom of soul nor liberality of heart. May we always gain fresh vigour from the joys of the chase. May the sportsman's day be spent in pleasure.
"The little people of the woods are happy while they can be, as I was, but the sportsman's gun, or the hawk, or winter's cold, will soon bring to them bitter pain, and death. their brief day will soon be over, as mine is." "Ah, the sun is sinking behind that cloud," she said, in a low tone, as she came out into the open fields.
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