MR JOKROCKS'S JOURNAL 



kept on chick-weed and grunsell like a canary- 

 bird, mark my words if I von't." 



' Found Mat Maltby at the kennel weshin' the 

 flags with a new broom, and 'issing for 'ard life 

 werry curious it is, wet or dry, soft or 'ard, these 

 chaps always 'iss. 'Ounds all delighted to see 

 me stood up in my stirrups looking over the 

 rails, 'olloain', cheerin', and talkin' to them. 

 Yoicks Dexterous ! Yoicks Luckey-lass ! Yoicks 

 Rallywood ! Good dog. Threw bits of biscuit as 

 near each of them as I could pitch them, calling 

 the 'ounds by name, to let them see that I knew 

 them Some caught it in their mouths like Hindian 

 jugglers " Let 'em out, Mat," at last cried I, when 

 back went the bolt, open went the door, and out 

 they rushed full cry, like a pent-up 'urricane, 

 tearin' down Hexworthy Street into Jireth Place, 

 through Mornington Crescent, by the Bramber 

 Promenade into the High Street, and down it 

 with a crash and melody of sweet music that 

 roused all the old water-drinkin' maids from their 

 pillows, galvanised the watchmen, astonished the 



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