HUNTS WITH JORROCKS 



is Jorrocks ? Show me Jorrocks ! Is that old 

 Jorrocks ! and men would ride to and fro eyeing 

 him as if he were a wild beast. Gradually the 

 bolder ventured a word at him observed it was 

 a fine day asked him how he liked their country ? 

 or their hounds. Next, perhaps, the M. F. H. 

 would give him a friendly lift say 'good-morn- 

 ing, Mr. Jorrocks' then some of what Jorrocks 

 calls the * hupper crusts ' of the hunt would begin 

 talking to him, until he got fairly launched among 

 them when he would out with his order book 

 and do no end of business in tea. None but 

 Jorrocks and Co.'s tea goes down in the midland 

 counties. Great, however, as he is in the country, 

 he is equally famous in London, where his ' Read- 

 ings in Beckford ' and sporting lectures in Oxenden 

 Street procured him the attentions of the police. 



Mr. Jorrocks had now passed the grand climac- 

 teric, and balancing his age with less accuracy 

 than he balanced his books, called himself some- 

 where between fifty and sixty. He wouldn't own 

 to three pund, as he called sixty, at any price. 



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