THE 'CAT AND CUSTARD-POT' DAY 



so long as there is no leaping, sails away in the 

 full glow of enthusiastic excitement. He is half 

 frantic with joy ! 



The hounds now break from scent to view and 

 chase the still flying fox along the hill-side 

 Duster, Vanquisher, and Hurricane have pitched 

 their pipes up at the very top of their gamut, and 

 the rest come shrieking and screaming as loudly 

 as their nearly pumped-out wind will allow. 



Dauntless is upon him, and now a snap, a 

 turn, a roll, and it 's all over with reynard. 



Now Pigg is off his horse and in the midst 

 of the pack, now he's down, now he's up, and 

 there 's a pretty scramble going on ! 



' Leave him ! leave him ! ' cries Charley, cracking 

 his whip in aid of Pigg's efforts. A ring is 

 quickly cleared, the extremities are whipped off, 

 and behold the fox is ready for eating. 



'O Pigg, you're a brick! a fire brick!' gasps 

 the heavily perspiring Mr. Jorrocks, throwing 

 himself exhausted from his horse, which he leaves 

 outside the now riotous ring, and making up to 



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