HUNTS WITH JORKOCKS 



round by the head, and letting in the Latchfords, 

 tore away in a desperate state of flutter and 

 excitement, the keys and coppers in his pockets 

 contributing to the commotion. 



Mr. J. was right, for convenient gaps con- 

 verged to these stacks, from whence a view of 

 the farm-house (Barley Hall) further on was 

 obtained. Away he next tore for it, dashing 

 through the fold-yards, leaving the gates open as 

 if they were his own, and catching Ben draining 

 a pot of porter at the back-door. Here our fat 

 friend had the misfortune to consult farmer Short- 

 stubble, instead of trusting to his own natural 

 instinct for gaps and gates, and Shortstubble put 

 him on a line as wide of his own wheat as he 

 could, which was anything but as direct a road 

 as friend Jorrocks could have found for himself. 

 However, Camperdown Hill was a good prominent 

 feature in the country, and by dint of brisk riding, 

 Jorrocks reached it in a much shorter time than 

 the uninitiated would suppose he could. Now 

 getting Arterxerxes by the mane, he rose in his 



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