THE 'CAT AND CUSTARD-POT' DAY 



hounds' notes as each in turn prevailed. Mr. 

 Jorrocks had lit on his legs in the way of gates, 

 and holloaed and rode as if he didn't know what 

 craning was. 



' Forrard on, Priestess, old betch ! ' cheered 

 he, addressing himself to the now leading hound, 

 ' forrard on ! for-rard ! ' adding, ' I '11 gie ye sich 

 a plate o' bones if we do but kill.' 



On the hounds went bustling, chirping, and 

 whimpering, all anxious to fly, but still not able 

 to accomplish it. The scent was shifty and bad, 

 sometimes serving them, and then as quickly 

 failing, as if the fox had been coursed by a dog. 

 Jorrocks, though desperately anxious to get them 

 on better terms with their fox, trots gently on, 

 anxiously eyeing them but restraining his ardour, 

 by repeating the old couplet 



4 As well as shape full well he knows, 

 To kill their fox they must 'ave nose.' 



'Aye, aye, but full well he knows also,' con- 

 tinued our master, after he had repeated the lines 

 three or four times over, 'that to kill their fox 



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