HUNTS WITH JORROCKS 



bushes, Mr. Jorrocks exclaims, ' Is 't a dog, 

 Pigg?' 



'Yeas/ replies James, ' a banger tee.' 



' Capital, indeed ! ' lisps Captain Shortflat ; * I '11 

 take a pad, if you please.' 



* There arn 't none ! ' exclaims James Pigg, 

 appearing with his purple-tailed coat torn in 

 three places, and several of the hounds bleeding 

 about the mouth. 'Hounds were sae desp'rate 

 savish, thought they'd eat me'; adding, with a 

 wink, in an undertone to his master, 'It's nobbut 

 a hedgehog, and ar 's gettiri him my pocket ! ' 



Captain Shortflat, however, is so delighted 

 with the kill and with his own keenness in 

 having stayed, that he forthwith lugs out five 

 shillings for James Pigg, declaring it was per- 

 fectly marvellous that hounds should be able to 

 run on such a day let alone kill ; that he 

 never saw a pack behave better in his life 

 ' Uncommon keen, to be sure ! ' repeated he ; 

 'declare the tips of their tails are red with 

 blood.' 



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