HUNTS WITH JORROCKS 



he felt he fulfilled all the duties of a faithful 

 servant of the Crown, and did all that a grateful 

 nation could require. 



A very rubicund sun at length began to 

 struggle through the dull leaden clouds, gradually 

 revealing hill and dale, fields, fences, and en- 

 closures, the whole paraphernalia of a landscape, 

 just like a child's puzzle-map getting put together. 



'Ton's it!' exclaimed Mr. Jorrocks after a 

 careful survey of the now developed scene. 

 'Yon's it!' repeated he, pointing with his 

 ponderous whip towards a dark mass in the 

 distance. 



'Ar's warn'd ye, is't,' replied Pigg, replenish- 

 ing his mouth with tobacco. 'Ar's warn'd ye 

 is 't. It 's a gay bit off though.' 



' Trot on ! ' retorted Mr. Jorrocks anxiously, 

 spurring Arterxerxes vehemently, an insult that 

 the animal resented by a duck of his head and 

 a hoist of his heels. 



Bump, bump, trot, trot, squash, splash, swosh, 

 they went through the open fields, over the 



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