HUNTS WITH JOKKOCKS 



the style of a schoolboy who catches a log of wood 

 in fishing. 



* Come hup ! my man,' cried Mr. Jorrocks coax- 

 ingly, jerking the rein ; but Arterxerxes only stuck 

 his great resolute fore legs in advance, and pulled 

 the other way. ' Gently, old fellow ! ' cried he, 

 * gently, Arterxerxes, my bouy!' dropping his 

 hand, so as to give him a little more line, and then 

 trying what effect a jerk would have, in inducing 

 him to do what he wanted. Still the horse stood 

 with his great legs before him. He appeared to 

 have no notion of leaping. Jorrocks began to wax 

 angry. ' Dash my vig, you hugly brute ! ' he ex- 

 claimed, grinning with rage at the thoughts of the 

 run he was losing, * Dash my vig, if you don't mind 

 what you 're arter, 1 11 get on your back, and bury 

 my spurs in your sides. COME HUP ! I say, YOU 

 HUGLY BEAST ! ' roared he, giving a tremendous 

 jerk of the rein, upon which the horse flew back, 

 pulling Jorrocks downwards in the muddy ditch. 

 Arterxerxes then threw up his heels and ran away, 

 whip and all. 



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