JORROCKS ON ^UNTING 



" We had jest found our fox. Well, then, 

 let's at Peter again, for there's no one boils 

 one hup into a gallop like him. Here's a 

 description of the thief o' the world afore he 

 breaks." Mr. Jorrocks reads : — 



" ' Mark 'ow he runs the cover's hutmost 

 limits, yet dares not wentur forth ; the 'ounds 

 are still too near. That check is lucky I Now, 

 if our frinds 'ead him not, he will soon be off ! ' 



" Talli-ho ! " screamed Mr. Jorrocks, at 

 the top of his voice. " Dash my vig, that's 

 the cry ! " continued he, holding his hand 

 in the air. " ' See 'ov/ pale the gen'leman in 

 light scarlet and bishop's boots is turnin', and 

 how delighted old Jack Rasper, in the cut-away 

 olive, broad cords, and hoganys is ; his low- 

 crowned 'at's in the hair, for he sees the warmint, 

 a sight more glorious nor the lord mayor's 

 show ; yet he 'oUoas not ! Ah, it's talli-ho 

 back ! The fox is 'eaded by yon puppy in 

 purple, strikin' a light on the pommel of his 

 saddle, 'Ope he'll soon be sick ! Th' 'ounds 



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