But the betting-man, the foul product of civilization’s depravity, cast his eye on the old-fashioned sport and invaded the field.  He found the process of walking up the game not much to his taste, for he cares only to exercise his leathern lungs; moreover, the courses were few and far between and the chances of making wagers were scanty.  He set himself to meditate, and it struck him that, if a good big collection of hares could be got together, it would be possible to turn them out one by one, so that betting might go on as fast and as merrily on the coursing-ground as at the roulette-table.  Thus arose a “sport” which is educating many, many thousands in callousness and brutality.  Here and there over England are dotted great enclosed parks, and the visitor is shown wide and mazy coverts where hares swarm.  Plenty of food is strewn over the grass, and in the wildest of winters pussy has nothing to fear—­until the date of her execution arrives.  The animals are not natives of those enclosures; they are netted in droves on the Wiltshire plains or on the Lancashire moors, and packed off like poultry to the coursing-ground.  There their life is calm for a long time; no poachers or lurchers or vermin molest them; stillness is maintained, and the hares live in peace.  But one day there comes a roaring crowd to the park, and, though pussy does not know it, her good days are passed.  Look at the mob that surges and bellows on the stands and in the enclosures.  They are well dressed and comfortable, but a more unpleasant gang could not be seen.  Try to distinguish a single face that shows kindness or goodness—­you fail; this rank roaring crowd is made up of betting-men and dupes, and it is hard to say which are the worse.  There is no horse-racing in the winter, and so these people have come out to see a succession of innocent creatures die, and to bet on the event.  The slow coursing of the old style would not do for the fiery betting-man; but we shall have fun fast and furious presently.  The assembly seems frantic; flashy men with eccentric coats and gaudy hats of various patterns stand about and bellow their offers to bet; feverish dupes move hither and thither, waiting for chances; the rustle of notes, the chink of money, sound here and there, and the immense clamour swells and swells, till a stunning roar dulls the senses, and to an imaginative gazer it seems as though a horde of fiends had been let loose to make day hideous.  A broad smooth stretch of grass lies opposite to the stands, and at one end of this half-mile stretch there runs a barrier, the bottom of which is fringed with straw and furze.  If you examined that barrier, you would find that it really opens into a wide dense copse, and that a hare or rabbit which whisks under it is safe on the far side.  At the other side of this field a long fenced lane opens, and seems to be closed at the blind end by a wide door.  To the right of the blind lane is a tiny hut surrounded by bushes, and by the