HUNTS WITH JORKOCKS 



in one hand and crownless hat in the other, 

 greets him on one leg, waving the proud trophy 

 about, and hurraying at the top of his voice, 

 t Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! Allow me, Mr. Pom- 

 ponius Hego,' says he, 'to present you with the 

 brush of the werry gamest old thief o' the world 

 whatever was seen. Time, one hour and twenty 

 minutes, with only one check distance, wot you 

 please to call it. Am sorry you weren't hup to 

 see the darlin's run into the warmint ! Did it 

 in style ! 



' Never were sich a pack as mine ; best 

 'ounds in England ! best 'ounds in Europe ! 

 best 'ounds in Europe, Hasia, Hafrica, or 'Merica!' 

 So saying, Mr. Jorrocks, resuming his equilibrium, 

 presented Ego with the brush, who received it 

 with laudable condescension. 



' Now, vot will you do ? ' inquired Mr. Jor- 

 rocks ; ' eat your sandwiches and find another 

 fox, or eat your sandwiches and cut away 'ome ? ' 



' Why, for my part, I should like to try again,' 

 replied Ego; 'but I fear your horse's condition 



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