HUNTS WITH JOKROCKS 



away, 'ounds ! hoick together ! hoick together ! Oh, 

 Pigg, wot a wopper he is ! ' observed Mr. Jorrocks, 

 as Pigg joined him in the ride. * The biggest fox 

 whatever was seen if we do but kill him my vig ! 

 I'll eat his tongue for supper. Have it grilled 

 " cum grano salis" with a lee-tie Cayenne pepper, as 

 Pomponius Hego would say.' 



'Aye/ replied Pigg, grinning with delight, his 

 cap-peak in the air and the tobacco-juice stream- 

 ing down his mouth like a Chinese mandarin. 

 * Ar '11 be the death of a shilliri mysel' ! ' Saying 

 which he hustled his horse and turned to his 

 hounds. 



Away they go again full cry across the cover 

 to the utmost limits, and then back again to the 

 far side. Now the fox takes a full swing round, 

 but won't quit now he cuts across now Mr. 

 Jorrocks views him, and swears he'll have his 

 brains as well as his tongue for supper. Pigg has 

 him next, and again comes Mr. Jorrocks's turn. 

 ( Dash my vig, but he 's a tough 'un ! ' observed 

 Mr. Jorrocks to James Pigg, as they met again on 



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