HUNTS WITH JORROCKS 



Beef and Carrots on Wednesday never will be fit 

 to go, nor to the Daisy nouther.' 



' Pray, my good man,' inquired he of a drab- 

 coated, big-basketed farmer, on a bay cart-horse, 

 whom he suddenly encountered at the turn of the 

 road, "ave you seen anything of my 'ounds ? Mr. 

 Jorrocks's 'ounds, in fact ? ' 



'Yes, sir,' replied the farmer, all alive; 'they 

 were running past Langford plantations with the 

 fox dead beat close afore them.' 



"Ow long since, my frind?' inquired Mr. 

 Jorrocks, brightening up. 



' Oh, why just as long as it 's taken me to come 

 here mebbe ten minutes or a quarter of an hour, 

 not longer certainly. If you put on you may be in 

 at the death yet.' 



Away went spurs, elbows, and legs, elbows and 

 legs, Arterxerxes was again impelled into a canter, 

 and our worthy master pounded along, all eyes, 

 ears, and fears. Night now drew on, the darkening 

 clouds began to lower, bringing with them fog and 

 a drizzling rain. ' Bad go this/ said Mr. Jorrocks, 



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