THE POMPONIUS EGO DAY 



echo answers them a hundred-fold ! There 's a 

 rare scent ! 



The cover being open at the bottom, the 

 hounds are quickly through, and Pigg, catching 

 Benjamin at the far end, pulls him off his horse, 

 and makes a fresh start on the boy's. 



Grass again greets the pack. The red-topped 

 house is neared, and the scent improves. The 

 hounds run stout, though, perhaps, not carrying 

 quite so good a head as might have been desir- 

 able, had Ego been near. On they go ; and now 

 a sudden check ensues at the corner of the 

 stackyard. The music that lately rent the air 

 is lulled, the hounds having swung a rocket- 

 like cast, stand staring with their heads in 

 the air. 



* Who-hoop, gone to ground ! ' exclaims some one 

 in the rear, anxious for a termination of the 

 enjoyment. 



' Not a bit of it? replies Mr. Jorrocks, knowing 

 better. ' 'OLD 'ARD ! ' roars he to the forward 

 roadsters, who are now getting among the hounds. 



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