THE SHORTEST DAY 



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CHAPTER YI 



THE SHORTEST DAY 



R JOKROCKS'S next adventure in the 

 hunting line originated in a very 



furious letter from a gentleman, sign- 

 ing himself 'John Gollarfield, farmer, Hardpye 

 Hill,' complaining bitterly of the devastation of 

 his hen-roost, and calling loudly for vengeance 

 against the foxes. Accordingly our master made 

 a meet for Hardpye Hill, instead of Langton 

 Pound, as he intended. 



The road to the hill lying through some 

 roomy enclosures, and Christmas having let loose 

 its enterprise upon the country, great was the 

 spurting and racing that marked the line there. 

 Mr. Jorrocks, arrayed in his best pink, jogged 

 pompously on with his cavalcade, receiving the 

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