THE WANING SEASON 



pushing the wrong way 'make for the big hash 

 atop of the crag and you '11 have 'em.' 



On Pigg goes, swimming as it were, through 

 the lofty gorse and brushwood, and his well- 

 known who-hoop ! sounds from the bottom of 

 the crag. 



' Bravo ! ' exclaims Mr. Jorrocks, chucking his 

 hat in the air. (He 'could not afford to kick out 

 the crown.) 



' Delightful ! ' lisps Captain Shortflat, wringing 

 Mr. Jorrocks's hand. 



'A glorious finish!' rejoined Mr. Jorrocks, 

 pocketing his wig. 



* Charming, indeed!' exclaims Captain Short- 

 flat, resolving to call it twenty minutes. 



* Catch Pigg's horse ! ' cries Mr. Jorrocks to 

 a boy, the animal having taken advantage of the 

 commotion to make his way to the well. 



After a longish pause, during which there 

 appeared to be a considerable scuffle going on, 

 Pigg's voice is at length heard calling his hounds 

 out of cover; and as his head pops above the 



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