you may get a good deal of fun out of Reynard, but you can't make game of him! Why—you look as if you had lost a friend! I admire his intellect, but we can't afford to feed it on chickens and lambs."
"But to SHOOT him!"
"Why not? We do not respect him here. He is a rascal, to be sure, but then he has no money, and consequently no friends!"
"He has many friends! What WOULD Christian or Mr. Sercombe say to shooting, actually shooting a fox!"
"You treat him as if he were red gold!" said the chief. "We build temples neither to Reynard nor Mammon here. We leave the men of the south to worship them!"
"They don't worship them!" said Mercy.
"Do they not respect the rich man because he is rich, and look down on the poor man because he is poor?" said Ian. "Though the rich be a wretch, they think him grand; though the poor man be like Jesus Christ, they pity him!"
"And shouldn't the poor be pitied?" said Christina.
"Not except they need pity."
"Is it not pitiable to be poor?"
"By no means. It is pitiable to be wretched—and that, I venture to suspect, the rich are oftener than the poor.—But as to master Reynard there—instead of shooting him, what would you have had us do with him?"
"Hunt him, to be sure."
"Would he like that better?"
"What he would like is not the question. The sport is the thing."
"That will show you why he is not sacred here: we do not hunt him. It would be impossible to hunt this country; you could not ride the ground. Besides, there are such multitudes of holes, the hounds would scarcely have a chance. No; the only dog to send after the fellow is a leaden one."
"There's another!" exclaimed the chief; "—there, sneaking away!—and your gun not loaded, Ian!"
"I am so glad!" said Christina. "He at least will escape you!"
"And some poor lamb in the spring won't escape him!" returned Alister.
"Lambs are meant to be eaten!" said Christina.
"Yes; but a lamb might think it hard to feed such a creature!"
"If the fox is of no good in the world," said Mercy, "why was he made?"
"He can't be of no good," answered the chief. "What if some things are, just that we may get rid of them?"
"COULD they be made just to be got rid of?"
"I said—that WE might get rid of them: there is all the difference in that. The very first thing men had to do in the world was to fight beasts."
"I think I see what you mean," said Mercy: "if there had been no wild beasts to fight with, men would never have grown able for much!"
"That is it," said Alister. "They were awful beasts! and they had poor weapons to fight them with—neither guns nor knives!"
"And who knows," suggested Ian, "what good it may be to the fox himself to make the best of a greedy life?"
"But what is the good to us of talking about such things?" said Christina. "They're not interesting!"
The remark silenced the brothers: where indeed could be use without interest?
But Mercy, though she could hardly have said she found the conversation VERY interesting, felt there was something in the men that cared to talk about such things, that must be interesting if she could only get at it. They were not like any other men she had met!
Christina's whole interest in men was the admiration she looked for and was sure of receiving from them; Mercy had hitherto found their company stupid.
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