HUNTS WITH JOEROCKS 



'They seem arle oour,' replied Pigg; 'wish 

 these Quorn dogs may be quite what they oout.' 



'It's the confounded hecho,' observed Mr. 

 Jorrocks, still listening attentively. 



' Ar tell ye, they Ve divided,' asserted Pigg. 



' Then turn them,' rejoined Mr. Jorrocks. 



'Torn them thyselV retorted Pigg, dropping 

 his elbows and starting off at a canter. 



' Now where 's the man goin' to ! ' exclaimed 

 Mr. Jorrocks, eyeing his fast-receding huntsman 

 diving into the thicket 'Wot's he a leavin' me 

 'ere for ? ' continued he, feeling the desolation of 

 his position. ' Wish I may ever find my way out,' 

 continued he, looking around on the grey un- 

 healthy scene of stunted desolation. 



Thinking to stick to Pigg, at all events, our 

 master set Arterxerxes agoing again, and blobbed 

 on in his deep, black imprints. Sorry work it 

 was for old Arterxerxes, who was no great hand 

 at going through deep. Jorrocks spurred him, 

 and jagged him, and cropped him, and called him 

 all the great lumberin', henterprizeless beggars he 



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