HUNTS WITH JOEROCKS 



Jullien concert's nothin' to it. No, not all the 

 bands i' the country put together.' 



* How I wish I was a heagle ! ' now exclaimed 

 Mr. Jorrocks, eyeing the wide stretching vale 

 before him. ' How I wish I was a heagle, 'overin' 

 over 'em, seein' which 'ound has the scent, which 

 hasn't, and which are runnin' frantic for blood. 



'To guide a scent well over a country for a 

 length of time, through all the changes and 

 chances o' the chase, and among all difficulties 

 usually encountered, requires the best and most 

 experienced abilities,' added he, shortening his 

 hold of his horse, as he now put his head down 

 the steep part of the hill. Away Jorrocks went 

 wobbling like a great shape of red Noyeau jelly. 



An accommodating lane serves our master 

 below, and taking the grassy side of it, he 

 pounds along manfully, sometimes hearing the 

 hounds, sometimes seeing Pigg's cap, sometimes 

 Charley's hat, bobbing over the fences; and, at 

 more favoured periods, getting a view of the 

 whole panorama of the chase. Our master is in 



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