MR JORROCKS'S JOURNAL 



Meanwhile, our bagman played his part gal- 

 lantly, running three-quarters of a ring, of three- 

 quarters of a mile, chiefly in view, when, feeling 

 exhausted, he threw himself into a furze-patch, 

 near a farm-yard, where Dauntless very soon had 

 him by the back, but the smell of the aniseed, 

 with which he had been plentifully rubbed, dis- 

 gusting the hound, he chucked him in the air and 

 let him fall back in the bush. Xerxes, who had 

 borne Ben gallantly before the body of the pack, 

 came tearing along, like a poodle with a monkey 

 on his back, when, losing the cry of hounds, 

 the horse suddenly stopped short, and off flew 

 Benjamin beside the fox, who, all wild with fear 

 and rage, seized Ben by the nose, who ran about 

 with the fox hanging to him, yelling, 'Murder! 

 murder ! murder ! ' for hard life. 



And to crown the day's disasters, when at 

 length our fat friend got his horse and his hounds, 

 and his damaged Benjamin scraped together again, 

 and re-entered Handley Cross, he was yelled at, 

 and hooted, and rid coat! rid coat! ed by the 



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