HUNTS WITH JORROCKS 



'Tak twelve,' rejoined the tinker. 'Good 

 horse can get up of hisself, top puller and all ! ' 



* Aye, but we dinna want him to poole : we 

 want him to eat,' replied Pigg. 'Had still!' ex- 

 claimed he, ' ar has him ! TALLY HO ! ' roared 

 Pigg, cramming his spurs into his horse, and dash- 

 ing past Jorrocks like a shot. Out went both 

 horns twang twang twang sounded Pigg's ; 

 wow! wow! wow! went Jorrocks's in deeper and 

 more substantial notes, and in a very short time 

 the body of the pack were laid on the scent, and 

 opened the concert with an overpowering burst of 

 melody. 



' Oh, beautiful ! beautiful ! ' exclaimed Mr. Jor- 

 rocks, in raptures, as each hound put his nose to 

 the ground, and acknowledged the correctness of 

 the scent. ' Oh, beautiful indeed ! ' added he, 

 thumping the end of his horn upon his thigh, as 

 though he were cutting large gun-waddings out of 

 his breeches. ' 'Ow true to the line ! best 'ounds 

 in England, by far never were such a pack! 

 Shall have a rare Chevy all alone to ourselves; 



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