THE POMPONIUS EGO DAY 



* Humph!' said Ego to himself, 'a rummish 

 genius this, I guess I am POM-PO-NIUS EGO,' 

 observed he, with an air of annihilation. 



* Sae they say,' replied Pigg, turning his quid. 

 * What 's your cracks ? ' 



' What 's your whats ? ' repeated Ego to himself, 

 without being able to hit off the scent. 'Who 

 told you I was Ego ? ' inquired he, after a pause, 

 during which he kept scrutinising Pigg. 



Pigg. ' Whe tell't me ? Why, Jorrocks, to be 

 sure ! Whe else should ? ' 



' Whe else should f ' repeated Ego, in disgust, 

 'you 're a pretty fellow for a huntsman.' 



'Ye '11 be wantin' a ticket, ar's warn'd,' ob- 

 served Pigg, pulling one of his 5s. pink paste- 

 boards out of his waistcoat pocket and tendering 

 it to him. 



Ego looked unutterable things. 



'Well, my frind, and vot do you think of the 

 'ounds?' inquired Mr. Jorrocks, who had had a 

 suck at his monkey, riding up at this critical 

 period. ' Some of the real sort for makiri' them 



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