THE 'CAT AND CUSTARD-POT' DAY 



patent all-round-my-'at casts, for that beggar 

 Binjimin 's of no more use with a pack of 'ounds 

 than a hopera-box would be to a cow, or a frilled 

 shirt to a pig.' So saying, Mr. Jorrocks out with 

 his tootler, and giving a shrill blast, seconded by 

 Charley's whip, proceeded to go down wind, and 

 up wind, and round about wind, without however 

 feeling a touch of his fox. At length scarce a 

 hound would stoop, and old black Lucifer gave 

 unmistakable evidence of his opinion of matters 

 by rolling himself just under Jorrocks's horse's 

 nose, and uttering a long-drawn howl, as much 

 as to say, ' Come, old boy ! shut up ! it 's no use 

 bothering : let 's off to dinner ! ' 



' Rot ye ! ye great lumberin' henterpriseless 

 brute ! ' roared Jorrocks, cutting indignantly at 

 him with his whip, ' rot ye ! d' ye think I boards 

 and lodges and pays tax 'pon you to 'ave ye settin' 

 up your 'olesale himperance that way? g-e-e-t-e 

 away, ye disgraceful sleepin' partner o' the chase ! ' 

 continued he, as the frightened hound scuttled 

 away with his tail between his legs. 



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