Handley Cross; or, MrJorrock's hunt . s Life or the Field ; but if you persist in playin at marbles, chuck farthin, andflyin kites, stead of attendin in the stable, Ill send you back to thecharity school from whence you came, where youll be rubbed downtwice a day with an oak towel, and kept on chick-weed and grunselllike a canary-bird,—mark my words if I vont. Found Mat Maltby at the kennel weshin the flags with a newbroom, and issing for ;ard life—wery curious it is, wet or dry, soft orard, these chaps always iss. Ounds all delighted to see me—stoodup in my stirrups looking over the rails, ol
Handley Cross; or, MrJorrock's hunt . s Life or the Field ; but if you persist in playin at marbles, chuck farthin, andflyin kites, stead of attendin in the stable, Ill send you back to thecharity school from whence you came, where youll be rubbed downtwice a day with an oak towel, and kept on chick-weed and grunselllike a canary-bird,—mark my words if I vont. Found Mat Maltby at the kennel weshin the flags with a newbroom, and issing for ;ard life—wery curious it is, wet or dry, soft orard, these chaps always iss. Ounds all delighted to see me—stoodup in my stirrups looking over the rails, olloain, cheerin, and talkinto them. Yoicks Dexterous ! Yoicks Luckey-lass ! Yoicks Rally-wood ! Good dog. Threw bits of biscuit as near each of them as Icould pitch them, calling the ounds by name, to let them see that Iknew them—Some caught it in their mouths like Hindian jugglers—• Let em out Mat, at last cried I, when back went the bolt, openwent the door, and out they rushed full cry, like a pent up urricane, If^w y^l/. THE HOUNDS AND THE IMAGE MERCHANT. OR, MR. JO BROOKSS HUNT. 101 tearin down Hexworthy Street into Jireth Place, through Morning-ton Crescent, by the Bramber Promenade into the High Street,and down it with a crash and melody of sweet music that roused allthe old water-drinkin maids from their pillows, galvanised the watch-men, astonished the gas-light man, who was making way for day-light, and reglarly rousing the whole inhabitants of the place. Clapt spurs to Xerxes and arter them, holloain and crackin mywhip, but deuce a bit did they eed me—on they went ! sterns upand eads too, towlin, and howlin, and chirpin, as though they hada fox afore them. Butchers dogs, curs, setters, mastiffs, mongrels ofall sorts and sizes, flew out as they went, some joinin cry, othersworryin and fightin their way, but still the body of the pack keptniovin onward at a splittin pace, down the London Road, as wild ashawks, without turning to the right or the left, until
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