HUNTS WITH JORROCKS 



Charley ! Now Pigg again ! Thirty couple of 

 hounds lengthen as they go, but there is no 

 Pomponius Ego to tell. The fox falls back at 

 a wall, and the hounds are in the same field. 

 He tries again now he 's over ! The hounds 

 follow, and dash forward, but the fox has turned 

 short up the inside of the wall, and gains a 

 momentary respite. Now they are on him again ! 

 They view him through the gateway beyond : he 

 rolls as he goes ! Another moment, and they 

 pull him down in the middle of a large grass 

 field! 



'Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!'' exclaims Mr. Jor- 

 rocks, rolling off his horse, and diving into the 

 middle of the pack, and snatching the fox, 

 which old Thunderer resents by seizing him 

 behind, and tearing his white cords half-way 

 down his legs. ' Hooray ! ' repeats he, kicking 

 out behind, and holding the fox over his head, 

 his linen flying out, and his enthusiastic old face 

 all beaming with joy. 



'Oh dear! oh dear!' exclaims he, dancing 



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