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Jeremy Clarke sides with sadism against sentimentality

By Jeremy Clarke   February 1998

Vernon Lovejoy, the huntsman in charge of our local pack of harriers, is an arrogant, evil looking man. A friend of mine-who keeps terriers and who used to be employed by Vernon to dig out foxes for his hunt-told me that rather than see it shot, Vernon was not above dragging the live fox out of its hole by the scruff of its neck, snapping one of its forelegs and throwing it to the hounds. My friend is not what you would call a squeamish man. More than once I have heard him describe sticking a knife into a dug…

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