[Titanic] I can't help myself

The dog watcher blew the horn, commanding the hounds to rush to the woods, where the trees are lush and inaccessible on horseback. The hunters can only keep a close eye on the hounds' whereabouts, while looking for the shortest path that can pass through, and keep up with the hounds footsteps.

The jungle is full of bushes, streams, and fallen tree trunks, and the hunters direct their horses over these obstacles with ease, as if they are flying.Only my nerves were tense, for fear that I would fall off the horse in the next jump.I followed closely behind William, with a high degree of concentration, imitating his movements and commanding Ellie to run and jump. It wasn't that the glory of the Bookett family overwhelmed my fear at the moment, but that as long as I hesitated, Ellie would Would stop and refuse to go, which would put me at greater risk of colliding with someone else.

Soon, we heard the strange barking of the foxhounds as they spotted their prey, and then saw a reddish-brown shadow flashing across the bushes.That is today's first prey red fox.

When they found the fox, the hounds were obviously more excited. They followed the prey closely, keeping it out of their sight, but kept a certain distance, and were not in a hurry to throw it to the ground.The red fox cunningly changed its escape route, and disappeared into the lush jungle from time to time, but each time the hounds could quickly find its trace, and staged a new cat-and-mouse game.They enjoy the process of chasing and playing with their prey

We chased for about 10 minutes, and finally the exhausted fox hid in the underground passage.The hounds chasing in front were all relatively big, so they had to bark twice and circle around the cave anxiously. Seeing the hunters who came after them, they began to wag their tails frantically and purr. buzzing sound.

At this time, the role of the beagle can be reflected.These short-legged and small hounds did not run as fast as the big hounds. At this time, they caught up with the large group and rushed directly into the fox's burrow without any further words from the owner. Soon we heard the fox's sharp screams and The hound made a fierce and threatening sound from its throat, and within 3 minutes, the beagle bit the fox by the neck and dragged it out of the burrow.The red fox struggled slightly, as if it had been seriously injured, but it was still alive. The big hounds had been waiting for a long time. The leading one rushed out and bit off the red fox's neck. Bright red blood flowed from the corner of the hound's mouth. overflowed, staining its white fur red.

I couldn't bear to turn my head away. This process was too bloody and cruel. The fox's cry made the hairs on my back stand on end.These hounds are usually very well-behaved and never hurt people, but now they are biting the fox like a ferocious beast.

After the fox died, the hound dragged it to William and looked at him as if receiving a reward.

"Good boy!" William praised.

The servants who followed him picked up the fox, cut off the head and tail as a trophy, and threw the rest to the hounds.The hounds rushed forward and tore the fox's body to pieces.

"Go on," said William to the watchman, "there's plenty of Charlie to come!"

Charlie is the nickname of Charles James Fox, the leader of the Liberal Party in the [-]th century. The Liberal Party once compared us aristocrats to "uneducated clowns who know nothing but fox hunting."

Everyone laughed, and the dog watcher began to whine and blow the horn again.The hounds were even more excited by the blood, and rushed to the next prey.

The next target is still a red fox, but this fox is very beautiful. Its fur is not the kind of brown-red that is close to the color of the soil, but a somewhat gorgeous orange-red, like a flame in a depressing environment. eye-catching.

William wanted to make this beautiful fox into a neckerchief, so instead of letting the hounds tear it up, he drove it into a clearing and shot him dead.

"Mom has wanted a fox fur scarf of this color for a long time." William said, "I really wish I could have a black fox, but unfortunately it is only available in those desolate places in northern Europe."

We chased for two hours in the cold wind before returning to the pavilion. We stopped to rest for a while. The temporary small kitchen next to the pavilion was used for picnics. cold.The hounds huddled around the sink to drink, and the sound of their tongues being refilled could be heard from far away.Now they put away the fierceness on their bodies, looking cute and cute.

I found Rose in the crowd, lifting her veil, and was drinking soup, surrounded by four or five gentlemen.

I walked up and said hello to the gentlemen around her, and then asked her, "Honey, are you having fun?"

Rose handed the empty bowl to the servant, took the veil and wiped her mouth, put down the veil, tidied it up, and said dismissively: "Of course not. These foxes are too pitiful. What wrong have they done? To be treated so cruelly! You men actually regard fox hunting as a kind of pleasure, it is really incomprehensible!"

A gentleman laughed out loud: "Miss Rose has always been so kind."

I laughed and said, "Yes, girls are fragile and sensitive, and they are always full of unreasonable kindness towards these little animals."

"Miss Rose's riding skills are good." Another gentleman praised, "Her movements are elegant and dexterous, and the coordination between man and horse is perfect. I think if Miss Rose also participates in equestrian competitions, all men will become Her men are defeated."

"Of course." I said with a smile, my mother is not here now, and the heavy responsibility of selling Rose falls on me, "As a woman of the Bookett family, she has received the best education since she was a child, and she has many excellent qualities and talent, equestrianism is just one of them.”

"Oh, come on, Henry." Rose snorted and said impatiently, "Stop boasting."

I smiled at the gentlemen around her indifferently: "Of course, there is also modesty. Young ladies are not used to hearing compliments in person, so I'd better stop talking, or she will be embarrassed .”

Everyone laughed.

After a short break, everyone started a new round of chasing.

However, an accident happened. Just when the chased fox was about to be exhausted and pushed to the ground by the hounds, a group of people who didn't know where they were hiding just rushed out and blocked the hounds and horses.

"Demons!" they yelled at us, "cruel bumpkins!"

Although the hounds had sharp teeth, they never took the initiative to hurt people. The blocking of these anti-hunting people frightened them, so they stopped hesitantly and avoided those people.With just such a pause, the fox seized the opportunity and disappeared into the jungle.

"Leave those poor animals alone!" a woman screamed.They threw stones at us and the dogs, trying to keep us from hunting.

Everyone controlled the horse to retreat, for fear that the horse would be hit, Karl, who had been walking side by side with me, immediately drove the horse in front of me.

"Be careful!" he said.

Seeing that their master was being attacked, the hounds roared angrily, showing their bloodshot teeth, and made movements to pounce on them, wanting to attack them.Seeing this, the dog watcher hurriedly stopped him.

These people should be driven away or handed over to the police. Now the situation of the nobles is very embarrassing. Various democrats are clamoring to ban all the titles and privileges of the nobles, and the latest bill passed in August this year deprived the upper class The House of Representatives controls the country's legislation and politics.If any one of those people standing in our way today gets hurt, no matter whose fault it is, public opinion will turn in their favor and cause us enormous trouble.

"Shit!" William cursed softly, and then said loudly, "Thomas, go to the police station! Bells, you guys stop them, remember not to let them get hurt!"

"Okay, my lord!"

While the servants and grooms stopped those people, we turned around on horseback and ran in the other direction.

Because it is not sure whether there are other anti-hunting people hiding in the hunting ground, we had to stop hunting foxes and turn our targets to hares and pheasants before the police arrived.

The squires were in the woods, beating the trunks and bushes with sticks, driving away hares and pheasants.We stood in the clearing and waited for the pheasant to fly by or the hare to run over, and then we raised our guns and shot.

William knew that my marksmanship was not good, and he was afraid that I would hurt himself, so he had to follow me and guide me at the beginning.After a while, a footman came running up on horseback and called him away, presumably to deal with those who broke into the hunting grounds.

Karl stood beside me, his marksmanship was very accurate, one shot, the pheasant fluttered its wings and fell from the air weakly, the hounds happily rushed over and took the prey aside.

But I was much worse, and it took a long time to shoot one.

A hound fetched the pheasant, put it at my feet, and looked at me hopefully while swallowing.I had no choice but to feed it a piece of beef jerky from my pocket, and it couldn’t wait to snatch it from my hand, but was careful not to let its teeth touch my hand, then happily picked up the pheasant and ran to the side to pick up the prey there.

The shotgun was heavy, and my hands were sore from lifting it, and the shoulders that were touching the butt of the gun were slightly numb from the shock, so I had to put the gun down and take a rest.

"You like dogs very much?" Carl put down his gun and looked at me. To avoid blocking his view, he took off his hat, his hair was a little messy, and he looked wild and sexy.

"Yes." I nodded, "Your marksmanship is really good, you can hit every shot."

"I practice a lot." He shrugged, took out a cigar and lit it in his mouth.

"I practice a lot too... well, not often, but I can't even hit the barn door," I laughed to myself.

"Don't say that, or what happened to that pheasant just now?" He said vaguely with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Maybe it was the bullet that hit me out of fright?" I joked.

Another pheasant flapped its wings and flew over our heads in panic. I raised my gun, aimed at the design, and fired three shots in a row. Unsurprisingly, the pheasant was still alive and kicking, flying farther and farther.

Carl laughed softly, raised the gun, and only heard a bang, and the pheasant that was about to escape fell down with its wings crooked.

"Oh, you must have done it on purpose!" I pretended to complain, but laughed with Carl in a second.