HUNTS WITH JOKROCKS 



CHAPTER X 



THE PROPHET GABRIEL 



' f | ^HAT was Gabriel Junks ! ' exclaimed 

 Mr. Jorrocks, rising from his seat, 

 and rushing to the window. 



Sure enough it was Gabriel Junks ; and after 

 a short pause, another scream, more shrill and 

 piercing, confirmed Mr. Jorrocks's surmise. Seiz- 

 ing his hat he rushed into the garden. 



It was a misty sort of morning, and the sun 

 was labouring through the flitting clouds that 

 obscured its brightness. The wind, too, had got 

 into the south, and there was a fresh, growing 

 feeling in the air that spoke of spring and re- 

 turning vegetation. The peacock again screamed, 

 and sought the shelter of a laurel. 



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