HUNTS WITH JOKROCKS 



* Uncommon!' exclaims Benjamin, gasping for 

 breath. 



'Aye, but we'll bucket him,' responded Pigg, 

 turning his quid in his mouth; adding, 'ar'll be 

 the death of a shillin', ony how! Sink it!' added he, 

 ' brandy and baccy 'ill gar a man live for iver ! ' 



It's now near leaving time, and Mr. Jorrocks 

 and the field come up in long-drawn file, the 

 worthy M.F.H. all excitement and agitation. 



'Oh!' exclaims he, dropping his ponderous 

 whip down his leg with a heavy crash, 'if we 

 do but manish it, 'ow 'appy I shall be ! My vig, 

 they 're away ! ' 



Affable and Mercury top the fence out of 

 cover, and the whole pack follow with desperate 

 velocity. One twang of his horn is all Pigg 

 gives, and then sticking it into his boot, he gets 

 out of cover, hustles his horse, and settles him- 

 self into his seat. Away they go, up a long 

 grass field by the side of the cover, scent breast 

 high, the pack running almost mute, and the 

 slow ones beginning to tail. 



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