A QUIET BYE 



the rising ground at the top of the ride, where 

 Mr. Jorrocks had been fifteen times and Pigg 

 seventeen, both their horses streaming with per- 

 spiration, and the blue and yellow worsted fronts 

 of the bridles embossed with foam. ' Dash my vig, 

 but it 's a million and a half of petties,' continued 

 Mr. Jorrocks, looking at his watch, and seeing it 

 wanted but twenty minutes to four, 'that we 

 adwertised, for there 's a wast o' go left in him yet, 

 and he '11 take the shine out of some of our 'ounds 

 before he is done with them send them dragglin' 

 'ome with their sterns down make 'em cry capevi, 

 I 'm thinking.' 



6 Niver fear ! ' exclaimed Pigg ' niver fear ! 

 whativer ye de keep Tamboreen a rowlin' yonder 

 he gans ! ar wish it mayn't be a fresh un. Arn't 

 draggled a bit.' 



' Oh, I 'opes not ! ' exclaimed Mr. Jorrocks, the 

 picture of despair. ' Would eat him, brush and all, 

 sooner than that. Oh, dear ! oh, dear ! a fresh fox 

 would be cruel 'ounds deserve him worked him 

 well.' 



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