HUNTS WITH JORROCKS 



Mrs. Jorrocks on one arm, Belinda on t'other. 

 Doleful in the gutter. Fine thing to be a great 

 man. Everybody stared many took off their 'ats. 

 Country people got off the flags. " That 's Mr. 

 Jorrocks," said one. " Which ? " cried another. 

 " Do show him to me," begged a third. " Jorrocks 

 for ever ! " cried the children. Nothing like being 

 a great man. Kennel at two feedin'-time 

 plaster of Paris poll-parrot merchant outside, still 

 in a great rage, but didn't catch what he said. 

 Many people came and wondered how I knew 

 the names of the 'ounds all so much alike, they 

 said, Take them a lifetime to know them. Miser- 

 able ignoramuses. 



'Monday. At the kennel by daylight. Bin- 

 jimin, as usual, to be kicked awake. The bouy 

 seems to take no interest in the thing. Fear all 

 the lickin' in the world von't drive a passion for 

 the chase into him. Threatened to cut his coat 

 into ribbons on his back, if he didn't look lively. 

 Mat Maltby recommended the 'ounds to be coupled 

 this time condescended to take his advice. Told 



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