

HUNTS WITH JORROCKS 



one loses by smooterin' i' bed! dash my vig! 

 if I won't get up at five every mornin' as long 

 as I live! Glad I've got on my cords 'stead o' 

 my shags, for it 's goin' to be werry 'ot,' continued 

 he, looking down on a pair of second or third- 

 hand whites. ' Tooi over, in there ! ' to the hounds, 

 with a wave of his hand, as Pigg's horn announced 

 he had taken his station. 



In the hounds flew, with a chirp and a 

 whimper; and the crack of Pigg's whip on the 

 far side sounded like a gun in the silence 

 around. 



'Yooi, spread and try for him, my beauties!' 

 holloaed Mr. Jorrocks, riding into cover among 

 the stunted underwood. 



The pack spread, and try in all directions 

 now here, now there, now whiffing with curious 

 nose round the hollies, and now trying up the 

 rides. 



* There's a touch of a fox,' said Mr. Jorrocks 

 to himself, as Priestess put her nose to the 

 ground, and ran mute across the road, lashing 



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