JORROCKS ON ^UNTING 



turn short, and are at him again. Have at 

 him, my beauties ! Have at him, my darlin's ! 



Have at him, I say ! Yonder he goes at t'other 

 end ! — now he's away ! Old Rasper has him 

 again ! *' Talli-ho, away ! " he cries. The old 

 low-crowned 'at's in the hair, and now every 

 man 'oops and 'olloas to the amount of his 



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