JORROCKS ON ^UNTING 



for even though a master may abuse a servant 

 himself, he may not fancy his field doing so too. 



" Let us s'pose the last, last fumigatin' piece 

 o' conceit has cast up, and the M.F.H. gives the 

 hoffice to the 'untsman to throw off. 'Osses' 

 'eads turn one way, th' 'ounds brisk up at the 

 move, the coffee-room breaks up, frinds pair 

 off to carry out jokes, while the foot people 

 fly to the 'ills, and the bald-'eaded keeper 

 stands 'at in 'and at the gate, to let th' 'ounds 

 into cover. 



" ' Eleu in I ' at length cries the 'untsman, 

 with a wave of his 'and, and in an instant his 

 'osses' 'eels are deserted. The vipper-in has 

 scuttled round the cover, and his rate and 

 crack are 'eard on the far side. ' Gently, 

 Conqueror ! Conqueror, have a care ! Ware 

 are ! ware are ! ' " 



Mr. Jorrocks then took his newly bound 

 Beckford from the table at the back of the 

 platform, and read as follows : — 



" * 'Ow musical their tongues ! And as they 



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