HUNTS WITH JORROCKS 



but for his old expedient of counting twenty, 

 would infallibly have holloaed. 



The fox comes close up, but is so busy with 

 his own affairs, that he has not time to look 

 about ; and before Mr. Jorrocks has counted 

 nine, the fox has made a calculation that the 

 hounds are too near for him to break, so he 

 just turns short into the wood before they get 

 a view. Up they come, frantic for blood, and 

 dash into the field, in spite of Mr. Jorrocks's 

 efforts to turn them, who, hat in hand, sweeps 

 towards the line the fox has taken. A momen- 

 tary check ensues, and the hounds return as if 

 ashamed of their obstinacy. Now they are on 

 him again, and Mr. Jorrocks thrusts his hat 

 upon his brow, runs the fox's tooth of his hat- 

 string through the button-hole of his roomy coat, 

 gathers up his reins, and bustles away outside 

 the cover, in a state of the utmost excitement 

 half frantic, in fact ! There is a tremendous 

 scent, and Reynard is puzzled whether to fly or 

 stay. He tries the opposite side, but Pigg, who 



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