HUNTS WITH JORROCKS 



Bump, bump, jog, jog, on they went; Mr. 

 Jorrocks now chiding, now coaxing, now dropping 

 an observation fore or aft, now looking at the sky, 

 and now at his watch. 



' Des say we shall find pretty soon/ observed 

 Mr. Jorrocks ; * for they tells me the cover has not 

 been disturbed this long time ; and there 's lots of 

 lyin' nice, and dry, and warm foxes like damp 

 beds as little as Christians. Uncommon pretty 

 betch, that Barbara, like Bravery as two peas, 

 by Billin'sgate out o' Benedict, I think. 'Opes we 

 may get blood ; it '11 do them a deal o' good, and 

 make them steady for the Beef and Carrots. Wen 

 we gets the 'ounds all on the square, we'll 'ave 

 the great Mr. Pomponius Hego to come and give 

 us a good boiling. Nothin' like soap.' 



'Hooi! you chap with the turnip-cart!' now 

 roared our master, to a cartman coming up ; ' vot 

 do you mean by stickin' your great ugly wehicle 

 right afore my 'ounds ! Mr. Jorrocks's 'ounds, in 

 fact ! I '11 skin ye alive ! ' added he, looking at the 

 man, who stood staring with astonishment. And 



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