CONTENTS
| PAGE | ||
| [PREFACE.] BY BERNARD SHAW | xi | |
| [THE CRUELTY OF SPORT.] BY GEORGE GREENWOOD, M.P. | 1 | |
| [SPORT AND AGRICULTURE.] BY EDWARD CARPENTER | 34 | |
| [THE COST OF SPORT.] BY MAURICE ADAMS | 45 | |
| [THE ECONOMICS OF HUNTING.] BY W. H. S. MONCK | 60 | |
| [FACTS ABOUT THE GAME LAWS.] BY J. CONNELL | 69 | |
| [THE DESTRUCTION OF WILD LIFE.] BY E. B. LLOYD | 85 | |
| [THE CALLOUSNESS OF FOX-HUNTING.] BY H. B. MARRIOTT WATSON | 95 | |
| [BIG GAME HUNTING.] BY ERNEST BELL | 101 | |
| [BLOOD-SPORTS AT SCHOOLS.] BY AN OLD ETONIAN | 116 | |
| [FALLACIES OF SPORTSMEN.] BY HENRY S. SALT | 130 | |
| [APPENDIX] BY THE EDITOR | ||
| I. | [SPORT AS A TRAINING FOR WAR] | 149 |
| II. | [“BLOODING”] | 155 |
| III. | [THE HUNTING OF GRAVID ANIMALS] | 158 |
| IV. | [DRAG-HUNT VERSUS STAG-HUNT] | 162 |
| V. | [CLAY PIGEON VERSUS LIVE PIGEON.] BY THE REV. J. STRATTON | 166 |
| VI. | [COURSING] | 170 |
| VII. | [THE GENTLE CRAFT] | 174 |
| VIII. | [SPOILING OTHER PEOPLE’S PLEASURE] | 179 |
| [INDEX] | 183 | |
PREFACE[1]
By BERNARD SHAW
Sport is a difficult subject to deal with honestly. It is easy for the humanitarian to moralize against it; and any fool on its side can gush about its glorious breezy pleasures and the virtues it nourishes. But neither the moralizings nor the gushings are supported by facts: indeed they are mostly violently contradicted by them. Sportsmen are not crueller than other people. Humanitarians are not more humane than other people. The pleasures of sport are fatigues and hardships: nobody gets out of bed before sunrise on a drizzling wintry morning and rides off into darkness, cold, and rain, either for luxury or thirst for the blood of a fox cub. The humanitarian and the sportsman are often the self-same person drawing altogether unaccountable lines between pheasants and pigeons, between hares and foxes, between tame stags from the cart and wild ones from the heather, between lobsters or paté de foie gras and beefsteaks: above all, between man and the lower animals; for people who are sickened by the figures of a battue do not turn a hair over the infantile deathrate in Lisson Grove or the slums of Dundee.
Clearly the world of sport is a crystal palace in which we had better not throw stones unless we are prepared to have our own faces cut by the falling glass. My own pursuits as a critic and as a castigator of morals by ridicule (otherwise a writer of comedies) are so cruel that in point of giving pain to many worthy people I can hold my own with most dentists, and beat a skilful sportsman hollow. I know many sportsmen; and none of them are ferocious. I know several humanitarians; and they are all ferocious. No book of sport breathes such a wrathful spirit as this book of humanity. No sportsman wants to kill the fox or the pheasant as I want to kill him when I see him doing it. Callousness is not cruel. Stupidity is not cruel. Love of exercise and of feats of skill is not cruel. They may and do produce more destruction and suffering than all the neuroses of all the Neros. But they are characteristic of quite amiable and cheerful people, mostly lovers of pet animals. On the other hand, humane sensitiveness is impatient, angry, ruthless, and murderous. Marat was a supersensitive humanitarian, by profession a doctor who had practised successfully in genteel circles in England. What Marat felt towards marquesses most humanitarians feel more or less towards sportsmen. Therefore let no sportsman who reads these pages accuse me of hypocrisy, or of claiming to be a more amiable person than he. And let him excuse me, if he will be so good, for beginning with an attempt to describe how I feel about sport.