HUNTS WITH JOKROCKS 



most useless appendage ! ' continued he, now lying 

 across the saddle, like a miller's sack. A few 

 flounders land him in the desired haven, and he 

 trots on, playing at catch-stirrup with his right 

 foot as he goes. 



' Forrard on! forrard on! 1 still screamed he, 

 cracking his ponderous whip, though the hounds 

 were running away from him as it was, but he 

 wanted to get Charley Stobbs to the front, as there 

 was no one to break his fences for him but him. 



The hounds, who had been running with a 

 breast-high scent, get their noses to the ground 

 as they come upon fallow, and a few kicks, jags, 

 and objurgations on Jorrocks's part, soon bring 

 Arterxerxes and him into the field in which they 

 are. The scent begins to fail. 



' G e-e-e-nt ly there ! ' cries Jorrocks, holding 

 up his hand and reining in his horse, inwardly 

 hoping the fox might be on instead of off to the 

 right, where he sees his shiny friend, long Tommy, 

 meandering smoothly along. 



1 Yo dote ! Ravager, good dog, yo dote, Ravager ! ' 



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