THE 'CAT AND CUSTARD-POT' DAY 



yawnin' ditches with himpracticable fences, posts 

 with rails of the most formidable order, and that 

 nasty long Tommy bruk, twistin' and twinin' about 

 in all directions like a child's rattle-snake. 'Ow- 

 ever, thank goodness, 'ere's a gap and a gate 

 beyond,' continued he, as his quick eye caught 

 a gap at the corner of the stubble field he was 

 now approaching, which getting through, he rose 

 in his stirrups and cheered on the hounds in 

 the line of the other convenience. * For-r-a-r-d ! 

 For-r-a-r-d ! ' shrieked he, pointing the now racing 

 hounds out to Charley, who was a little behind; 

 l for-rard ! for-rard ! ' continued Jorrocks, rib-roast- 

 ing Arterxerxes. The gate was locked, but Jackey 

 we beg his pardon Mr. Jorrocks was quickly 

 off, and setting his great back against it, lifted it 

 off the hinges. * Go on ! never mind me ! ' cried 

 he to Charley, who had pulled up as Jorrocks 

 was dancing about with one foot in the stirrup, 

 trying to remount. ' Go on ! never mind me ! ' re- 

 peated he, with desperate energy, as he made 

 another assault at the saddle. * Get on, Ben, you 



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