HUNTS WITH JORROCKS 



foreelder John, John Pigg, ye see, willin' his 

 brass to the Formary ye see, he'd ha' been a 

 gen'l'man that day and huntin' his own hunds. 

 Then as another glass made its appearance, he 

 would take off his cap and halloo out at the 

 top of his voice, making the hounds stare with 

 astonishment, ' Keep the tambourine a rowliri ! ' 

 adding as he tossed it off, 'Brandy and baccy 'ill 

 gar a man live for iver ! ' And now when he was 

 about at the noisiest, with his cap turned peak- 

 backwards, and the tobacco juice simmering down 

 the deeply-indented furrows of his chin, our 

 master and Charley appear in the distance, 

 jogging on, not too quickly for consequence, but 

 sufficiently fast to show they are aware they are 

 keeping the field waiting. 



' Here he comes ! here 's Jorrocks ! here 's the 

 old boy ! here 's Jackey at last ! ' runs through the 

 meeting, and horsemen begin to arrange them- 

 selves for the reception. 



'A a a sink!' exclaims Pigg, shaking his 

 head, blinking and staring that way, ' here 's canny 



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