HUNTS WITH JOKROCKS 



as if there was not never no such man as his 

 master. Pretty kettle of fish!' continued Mr. 

 Jorrocks, trotting on in the line they had taken 

 A bridle-gate let him out of cover, and from the 

 first hill our master sees his hounds going like 

 pigeons over the large grazing grounds of Bedding- 

 ton Bottoms, with Pigg and Stobbs a little in the 

 rear, riding as hard as ever their horses can lay 

 legs to the ground. 







1 'Ow that Scotch beggar rides ! ' exclaimed Mr. 

 Jorrocks, eyeing Pigg going as straight as an 

 arrow, which exclamation brought him to his first 

 fence at the bottom of the hill, over which both 

 horsemen had passed without disturbing a twig. 



"OLD UP, 'oss!' roared Mr. Jorrocks, seizing 

 the reins and whip with one hand and the cantrel 

 of the saddle with the other, as Arterxerxes 

 floundered sideways through a low fence with a 

 little runner on the far side. ' 'OLD UP ! ' repeated 

 he, as they got scrambled through, looking back 

 and saying, * Terrible nasty place wonders I ever 



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