THE 'CAT AND CUSTARD-POT' DAY 



stirrups, hugging and cramming him up the 

 rugged ride to the top. 



When he reached the summit, Pigg, whose 

 sight was much improved, had hunted his fox 

 with a very indifferent scent round the base of 

 the hill, and having just got a view, was capping 

 the hounds on as hard as ever his horse could 

 lay legs to the ground, whooping and forcing the 

 fox away into the open. 



'Wot a man it is to ride ! ' ejaculated Jorrocks, 

 eyeing Pigg putting one of Duncan Nevin's nags 

 that had never seen hounds before at a post and 

 rail that almost made him rise perpendicularly to 

 clear. ' Well done you ! ' continued Mr. Jorrocks, 

 as with a flounder and scramble James got his 

 horse on his legs on the far side, and proceeded 

 to scuttle away again as hard as before. 'Do 

 believe he 's got a view o' the varmint,' continued 

 Mr. Jorrocks, eyeing Pigg's cap-in-hand progress. 



' Wot a chap it would be if it could only keep 

 itself sober ! ' continued Mr. Jorrocks, still eyeing 

 James intently, and wishing he hadn't been too 



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