HUNTS WITH JORROCKS 



marked attention of the country. Arrived at 

 the hill, he turned into a grass field to give his 

 hounds a roll and hear the news of the day 

 how Miss Glancey was after Captain Small how 

 Mrs. Buss had captivated old Frill. Then, when 

 the cantering, smoking cover hack swells came 

 up, they resolved themselves into a committee 

 of taste, scrutinising this hound and that, passing 

 their opinions on the pack generally, and on the 

 Bugginson hounds in particular. Some thought 

 they were coarse, some thought they were 

 common; but when they heard they were drafts 

 from the Quorn, they were unanimous in think- 

 ing they must be good especially when Mr. 

 Jorrocks broadly hinted he had given Day ten 

 guineas a couple for them. The noise the party 

 made prevented their hearing sundry ominous 

 moans and lows in the neighbourhood, which 

 gradually rose to a roar, until a simultaneous 

 crash, and cry of 'Mind the bull!' drew all 

 eyes to the bank of the adjoining fence, where, 

 with head down and tail up, a great roan bull 



