HUNTS WITH JORROCKS 



'Who-ay, 'oss! who-ay; stand still, you hugly 

 beast, and let me listen.' The ducking-headed 

 brute at length obeyed. 



'It is the 'orn,' exclaimed Mr. Jorrocks, after 

 sitting listening for some time, with his hand to his 

 ear ; * it is the 'orn, Pigg 's not far off! There it goes 

 again, but the 'owling wind carries so many ways, 

 there's no saying whereabouts he is. I'll blow, 

 and see if I can 'ail him.' Mr. Jorrocks then drew 

 out his horn, and puffed and blew most lustily, but 

 the raging tempest scattered the notes before they 

 were well out of his mouth, and having exhausted 

 his breath, he again paused, horn in hand, to 

 listen. Between each blast of the raging hurri- 

 cane, the faint notes of the horn were heard, some 

 coming more fully as the gale blew more favour- 

 ably, and a fuller one falling on his ear, during a 

 period of partial lull, Mr. Jorrocks determined on 

 advancing and endeavouring to rejoin his lost 

 huntsman. ' Come hup, I say, you hugly beast ! ' 

 exclaimed he, getting Arterxerxes short by the 

 head, and digging the spurs freely into his sides. 



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