HUNTS WITH JOKROCKS 



pasture and arable land : ' we may now have 

 a little breathin' time, and see if they can 'unt 

 as well as run. Oh, the beauties, 'ow they 

 spread ! one, two, three, and now all together 

 oh! beautiful! beautiful! He's up the furrow. 

 Where 's Hego ! ' 



And echo answered ' Where ? ' 



Mr. Jorrocks is right. The mock ' thief o' the 

 world' has gone up the wet furrow, to the injury 

 of the firm of Herring and Aniseed, who carry 

 on business very languidly. Old Priestess's un- 

 erring nose alone keeps the pack on the line. 

 Pigg, however, is at hand, with a good idea of 

 the run of his fox, and now carries away a rood 

 of fence as he crashes into the field to his 

 hounds. His horse's neck begins to stiffen, and 

 there have been one or two ominous throat- 

 rattles, but Pigg hustles him along, and casts 

 his hounds forward to Sywell Wood. What a 

 crash! The feeble whimper that barely owned 

 the scent is changed into a full and melodious 

 chorus ; every hound throws his tongue, and 



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