HUNTS WITH JORROCKS 



emboldened by success, he rams manfully at a 

 low stake and rice-bound gateway, and lands 

 handsomely in the next field. He thus gains 

 confidence. 



1 Come on, ye miserable, useless son of a lily- 

 livered besom-maker,' he roars to Benjamin, who 

 is craning and funking at the place his master has 

 come so gallantly over. ' Rot ye,' adds Jorrocks, 

 as the horse turns tail, 'I'll bind ye 'prentice to 

 a salmon pickle r.' 



The next field is a fallow, but Jorrocks chooses 

 a wet furrow, up which he spurts briskly, eyeing 

 the country far and near, as well for the fox, as a 

 way out. He sees both. The fox is skirting the 

 brow of the opposite heathery hill, startling the 

 tinkling belled sheep, while the friendly shepherd 

 waves his cap, indicating an exit. 



1 Thank 'ee,' cries Jorrocks, as he slips through 

 the gate. 



There is nothing now between him and the 

 hounds, save a somewhat rough piece of moor- 

 land, but our master not being afraid of the pace 



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