HUNTS WITH JOKROCKS 



after his hounds, who had broken away with a 

 whimper, ripening into a challenge, the moment 

 he turned his horse's head towards the cover. 



What a cry there was ! The boy with the fox 

 in a bag had crossed the main ride about a minute 

 before the hounds entered, and they took up the 

 scent in an instant. Mr. Jorrocks thought it was 

 the morning drag, and screamed and holloaed 

 most cheerily ' Talliho ! ' was heard almost in- 

 stantaneously at the far end of the wood, and 

 taking out his horn, Mr. Jorrocks scrambled 

 through the underwood, breaking the briars and 

 snapping the hazels, as he went. Sure enough the 

 fox had gone that way, but the hounds were run- 

 ning flash in a contrary direction. * Talliho! 

 talliho ! hoop ! hoop ! hoop ! away ! away ! 

 away!' holloaed Mat Maltby, who, after shaking 

 the fox most scientifically, had pocketed the 

 sack. 



Twang, twang, twang, went Mr. Jorrocks's horn, 

 sometimes in full, sometimes in divided notes and 

 half screeches. The hounds turn and make for 



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