HUNTS WITH JORROCKS 



spurs into Arterxerxes, who had suddenly shied off 

 with a loud snort. 'Now for a murder!' ejacu- 

 lated Jorrocks, still cramming in the spurs. 



' E-yah! E-yah! E-yah!' went a donkey, greatly 

 to the relief of Mr. Jorrocks's mind, who had 

 clenched his huge hammer-headed whip by the 

 middle, so as to give an assailant the full benefit of 

 its weight. Out then went his horn again, and the 

 donkey brayed a full accompaniment. 



'Oh, the deuce be with the hanimal!' cried 

 Jorrocks, grinning with vexation, 'never saw a 

 donkey yet that knew when to 'old his tongue. 

 Oh, my vig, vot a vind ! almost blows the 'orn 

 itself; shall be blown to hatoms, I do believe. 

 And the rain too ! I really thinks I 'm wet to the 

 werry waistband o' my breeches. I '11 lay a guinea 

 'at to a half-crown gossamer I haven't a dry thread 

 upon me in 'alf a minute. Got a five-pund note i' 

 my pocket that will be hutterly ruined. Sarves me 

 right, for bein' such a hass as take these 'ounds 

 vy wasn't I content with the glorious old Surrey 

 and an occasional turn with the Cut-'em-downs ? 



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