HUNTS WITH JORROCKS 



heart does not beat responsive with Mr. Jorrocks's 

 on this trying occasion? Who, in the familiar 

 language of low life, does not wish him well 

 out of it ? 







' Now, James,' said our master to his hunts- 

 man, as they stood in the kennel-yard looking 

 over the hounds, a few days before the appointed 

 visit, ' you must get all on the square ; the great 

 Pomponius Hego is a comin', and we shall be all 

 down in black and wite.' 



* Who 's he ? ' inquired Pigg, scratching his 

 head. 



' Vot ! not know Pomponius Hego ! ' exclaimed 

 Mr. Jorrocks, in astonishment ; ' you surelie don't 

 mean to say so.' 



'Ar' dinna ken him, ar's sure,' replied Pigg, 

 with the greatest indifference. 'Is he a skeul- 

 maister ? ' 



'A skeulmaister ! ' repeated Mr. Jorrocks, with 

 a sneer and an indignant curl of his lip; 'a 

 skeulmaister ! No ! a master of 'unting not an 



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