HUNTS WITH JORROCKS 



grand thing; but, howsomever, let's be doin'. 

 Draw your girths, Pigg, or your 'oss '11 slip through 

 his saddle. Now observe, there are three rides 

 one on each side, one hup the middle, all leadin' 

 to the clump; and there are cross ones in all 

 directions ; so no man need be 'fraid o' losin' him- 

 self. Now let's put in. Pigg, open the wicket.' 



'It's locked,' observed Pigg, running the 

 hammer of his whip into the rails, throwing him- 

 self off his horse, and pulling a great clasp-knife 

 out of his pocket as he spoke. ' Sink, but it aye 

 gars mar knife laugh to see a lock put upon 

 leather,' added he, as he drew the huge blade 

 across the stiff band that secured the gate. Open 

 flew the wicket in went the pack with a dash, 

 a crash, and a little music from the riotous ones, 

 which gradually yielded to the ' Have a cares ! ' and 

 ' Gently, Wenus ' ; ' Gently, Lousey ' (Louisa), with 

 the cracks of the whips of Mr. Jorrocks and his 

 huntsman. 



'Now, Pigg, my frind, let's have a touch o' 

 north country science,' observed Mr. Jorrocks, 



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