HUNTS WITH JORROCKS 



' You 'air-dresser on the chestnut 'oss ! ' holloaing 

 to a gentleman with very big ginger whiskers; 

 ' PRAY 'OLD 'ARD ! ' 



' HAIR-DRESSER ! ' exclaims the gentleman, in 

 a fury, turning short round; ' I'm an officer in 

 the ninety-first regiment ! ' 



1 Then you hossifer in the ninety-fust regiment, 

 wot looks like an 'air-dresser, 'old 'ard,' replied 

 Mr. Jorrocks, trotting on, adding most uncon- 

 cernedly, 'Cast 'emforrard, Pigg! Cast 'emforrard! 

 or make a patent all round my hatter.' 



On goes Pigg, making good the line the 

 warmint should have gone. Not a hound speaks ! 

 all mute as death. 



'Werry rum, Pigg? said Mr. Jorrocks, winking 

 significantly to his huntsman, as the latter trotted 

 round with his hounds ; ' werry rum for once 

 cast back clear the way there, gen'lemen, if you 

 please, clear the way, who knows but you are 

 right upon the line o' scent ! ' cried Mr. Jorrocks 

 to the horsemen who were clustering about, 

 thinking of anything but what they ought. 



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