JORROCKS ON ^UNTING 



talli-ho ! talli-ho ! — whose very echo kivers 

 me all over with the creeps — is holloaed and 

 repeated, and responded and re-echoed, and 

 th' 'ounds are settlin' to the scent. As soon as 

 ever you 'ear the cry, make up your minds 

 either to go on or go 'ome. But I won't 

 s'pose that any man will stop stirrin' till the 

 puddin's done ; at all ewents, not till he sees 

 a fence, so thrust your 'eads well into your 'ats, 

 tighten your reins, 'arden your 'earts, and with 

 elbows and legs, elbows and legs, get forrard 

 to the 'ounds." Mr. Jorrocks suiting the 

 action to the word, straddling and working 

 an imaginary horse with his arms. 



" Now we are away ! The cover's wacated, 

 and there's not another within four miles, 

 which courtesy will call fourteen ! Vich vay's 

 the vind ? South-east, as I live. Then he's 

 away for Brammelkite Brake ! Now for your 

 topographical dictionaries, or, vot is still better, 

 some gemman with a map of the country in 

 his 'ead. The field begins to settle into places, 



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