THE POMPONIUS EGO DAY 



and scramblings out! what leavings of hind 

 legs and divings for whips, sticks, and cigar- 

 cases ! 



Jorrocks, who is well laid in on the road for 

 a view, screeches and holloas them on. 'Now, 

 Sugar! now Slates! now Dis arter six!' Then 

 up came Whezey, junior, looking very like 

 ' enough.' ' Hover ye go ! ' roars our master, 

 cracking his ponderous whip. ' O, Mr. Jorrocks ! 

 (puff) I must enter a (pant) nolle prosequij gasps 

 the exhausted lawyer. * Enter it then,' exclaims 

 our master, delighted at the symptoms of distress, 

 and saying to himself, ' If this don't 'stonish old 

 Hego, there arn't no halligators ! Come hup, 

 you hugly beast,' he adds to his horse, again 

 spurring and kicking him into a canter. 



The hounds bend again to the right, the 

 stain of cattle rather slackens their pace, and 

 some heavy sticky fallows at length bring their 

 noses to the ground. "Eavens be praised!' ex- 

 claimed Mr. Jorrocks, easing his horse, and 

 eyeing them topping the fence between the 



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