Handley Cross; or, MrJorrock's hunt . the unprotectedopen. The drizzling rain too became changed into larger, heavierdrops, and thrusting his hat upon his brow, Mr. Jorrocks buttonedhis coat up to the throat, and wrapping its laps over his thighs,tucked them in between his legs and the saddle. Dismal and dis-heartening were his thoughts, and many his misgivings for his rash-ness. Oh, dear ! oh, dear ! muttered he, wot a most momentouscrisis—lost ! lost ! lost !—completely lost! Dinner lost! oundslost, self lost—all lost together ! Oh, vot evil genius ever temptedme from the lovely retirement o
Handley Cross; or, MrJorrock's hunt . the unprotectedopen. The drizzling rain too became changed into larger, heavierdrops, and thrusting his hat upon his brow, Mr. Jorrocks buttonedhis coat up to the throat, and wrapping its laps over his thighs,tucked them in between his legs and the saddle. Dismal and dis-heartening were his thoughts, and many his misgivings for his rash-ness. Oh, dear ! oh, dear ! muttered he, wot a most momentouscrisis—lost ! lost ! lost !—completely lost! Dinner lost! oundslost, self lost—all lost together ! Oh, vot evil genius ever temptedme from the lovely retirement o Great Coram Street ? Oh ! why didI neglect the frindly warnin o Gabriel Junks ? Change, change—storm, storm—was in his every scream, and yet I would go. Cussthe rain, its gettin down my werry back, I do declare ; sayingwhich he turned the blue collar of his coat up to his ears, and bothlaps flew out with a desperate gust of wind. Ord rot it, said he, itsnot never no use persewerin, may as well give in at once and ark back. OR, MR. JORROCKSS BUNT. U* to Snivey ; my Berlins are wet through, and I shall be drenched inanother second. Who-ay, oss ! who-ay ; stand still, you huglybeast, and let me listen. The ducking-headed brute at lengthobeyed. It is the orn, exclaimed Mr. Jorrocks, after sitting listening forsome time, with his hand to his ear ; it is the orn, Piggs not faroff! There it goes again, but the owling wind carries so many ways,theres no saying whereabouts he is. Ill blow, and see if 1 can ailhim. Mr. Jorrocks then drew out his horn, and puffed and blew mostlustily, but the raging tempest scattered the notes before they were wellout of his mouth, and having exhausted his breath, he again paused,born in hand, to listen. Between each blast of the raging hurricane,the faint notes of the horn were heard, some coming more fully as thegale blew more favourably, and a fuller one falling on his ear, duringa period of partial lull, Mr. Jorrocks determined on advancing
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