THE POMPONIUS EGO DAY 



'Forroard yonder, to the left of the harrow,' 

 whispers a confidant to James Pigg, 'then along 

 the bottom of the next grass field, and straight 

 over Ulverstone Pasture and Bysplit, to the back 

 of the red house yonder.' 



' That can never be the line ! ' exclaims Ego, 

 wiping the perspiration from his brow. 'None 

 but a born idiot would make such a cast in 

 the very teeth of the wind, too ! ' 



' How- way, canny man ! How- way ! ' exclaims 

 Pigg, waving his arm and pointing to Priestess, 

 hitting off the scent; 'how-way, ar say; what! 

 hast getten ne mair ink i' pen 1 ' 



Away they go, at best pace as before, but a 

 lane at the bottom of a turnip-field, a mile or 

 two farther on, again brings them up. 



This check joins heads and tails. Mr. 

 Jorrocks, who has come pounding along, in a 

 state of desperate perspiring excitement, all eyes, 

 ears, and fears, through his pet line of gates, 

 jumps with his man at the point in the lane 

 where the drag has crossed. Both are in such a 

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