HUNTS WITH JORROCKS 



' Most praiseworthy character,' observed Ego 

 with a salaam. 



'And 'ere's another good cove,' continued 

 Jorrocks, ' Sugar, the grocer. He 's a payin' sub- 

 scriber too, gives ten pund.' 



' Five,' observed Sugar, whose real name was 

 Smith, with a smile. 



'Five, is it?' growled Mr. Jorrocks, adding 

 aloud to himself, 'shalln't interduce you, then. 

 Yon chap trottin' along as if his wite choker 

 wouldn't let him look either to the right or the 

 left, is the Reverend Titus Cramcub, a learned 

 man like yourself reads Lord Bacon's works, and 

 eats fat bacon for breakfast. He teaches the 

 young idea 'ow to shoot, but prefers 'unting him- 

 self, and as soon as 'ounds 'ave shaken off the 

 crowd, and settled to a run, he drops into the 

 front rank, and goes as if he couldn't 'elp him- 

 self. This is not a bad chap/ continued Mr. 

 Jorrocks, nodding towards a square-built man in 

 white moleskin breeches, an olive-coloured coat, 

 and boots to match, who now turned a well- 



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