fox-hunter

He dressed like an Edwardian gentleman, spoke in a camply posh voice, was a member of the Monday Club, and an enthusiastic fox-hunter.

The Coconuts Of London Newmania 2007

He dressed like an Edwardian gentleman, spoke in a camply posh voice, was a member of the Monday Club, and an enthusiastic fox-hunter.

Archive 2007-08-19 Newmania 2007

I am too old a fox-hunter to be afraid of a leap after it is cleared, as they tell of the fellow who fainted in the morning at the sight of the precipice he had clambered over when he was drunk on the night before.

Saint Ronan's Well 2008

So my obliging correspondent (who is a fox-hunter) wrote to me that he was completely planted; and all that can be said with respect to the tradition is, that it certainly once existed, and was generally believed.

The Heart of Mid-Lothian 2007

Whether he acts the part of a respectful, polite gentleman, in his behaviour to you; and breaks not into your retirements, in the dress, and with the brutal roughness of a fox-hunter? —

Pamela 2006

He is no fox-hunter: he keeps a pack indeed; but prefers not his hounds to his fellow-creatures.

Clarissa Harlowe 2006

At his introduction into our family, his negative virtues were insisted upon: — He was no gamester; no horse-racer; no fox-hunter; no drinker: my poor aunt Hervey had, in confidence, given us to apprehend much disagreeable evil (especially to a wife of the least delicacy) from a wine-lover: and common sense instructed us, that sobriety in a man is no small point to be secured, when so many mischiefs happen daily from excess.

Clarissa Harlowe 2006

Does not the keen fox-hunter endanger his neck and his bones in pursuit of a vermin, which, when killed, is neither fit food for men nor dogs?

Clarissa Harlowe 2006

Whether the property returned to the Northumbrian fox-hunter, or continued to bear the person of the Scottish attorney, it is unnecessary for me at present to say.

Rob Roy 2005

John, the heir, a yeoman and a fox-hunter, ‘loud and notorious with his whip and spurs,’ settled down into a kind of Tony Lumpkin, waiting for the shoes of his father and his aunt.

Memoir of Fleeming Jenkin 2005