HUNTS WITH JORROCKS 



by the head, rising in his stirrups and hustling 

 him along as hard as ever he could lay legs to 

 the ground. An open gate at the top fed the 

 flame of his eagerness, and, not being afraid of 

 the pace so long as there was no leaping, Jorrocks 

 sent him spluttering through a swede turnip field 

 as if it was pasture. Now sitting plum in his 

 saddle, he gathered his great whip together, and 

 proceeded to rib-roast Arterxerxes in the most 

 summary manner, calling him a great, lurching, 

 rolling, lumbering beggar, vowing that if he didn't 

 lay himself out and go as he ought, he 'd * boil him 

 when he got 'ome.' So he jerked and jagged, and 

 kicked and spurred, and hit and held, making 

 indifferent progress compared to his exertions. 

 The exciting cry of hounds sounded in front, and 

 now passing on to a very heavy, roughly ploughed 

 upland, our master saw the hind-quarters of some 

 half-dozen horses, the riders of which had been 

 in the secret, disappearing through the high quick 

 fence at the top. 



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