Handley Cross; or, MrJorrock's hunt . and there the outline of a long-subsided drain. Blow me tight, muttered Mr. Jorrocks, shortening his hold ofhis horse, I wish I maynt be gettin bogged, and scarcely werethe words out of his mouth ere Arterxerxes floundered up to theshoulders in a moss hag, shooting our friend softly over his head onto his side. W-o-a-y oss! W-o-a-a-y! roared our Master, now kicking onhis back like a lively turtle, expecting to have the struggling animala top of him every moment. W-o-a-y oss ! w-o-a-a-y ! repeated Jorrocks, jerking himself offto the side. The horse beat and
Handley Cross; or, MrJorrock's hunt . and there the outline of a long-subsided drain. Blow me tight, muttered Mr. Jorrocks, shortening his hold ofhis horse, I wish I maynt be gettin bogged, and scarcely werethe words out of his mouth ere Arterxerxes floundered up to theshoulders in a moss hag, shooting our friend softly over his head onto his side. W-o-a-y oss! W-o-a-a-y! roared our Master, now kicking onhis back like a lively turtle, expecting to have the struggling animala top of him every moment. W-o-a-y oss ! w-o-a-a-y ! repeated Jorrocks, jerking himself offto the side. The horse beat and plunged, and groaned and heaved,still stemming the black slough of despond, until he got fairlythrough, when after standing a second or two to shake himself, heset oif at an unprovoked trot, leaving our master in a most unhappystate of bewilderment as to how he should ever catch him, or gethome without him. Dash the beggar, groaned Jorrocks, as he saw him rolling hisgreat hind quarters away in the distance— Dash the beggar, but I. MR. JORROCKS HAS ANOTHER BYE = DAY. OR, MR. JORROCKSS HUNT. 34? wish I was a top on Mm, Id give im summut to run for; so saying,our Master gathered himself together, and skirting the moss hag,commenced the unpleasant performance of running in top boots,Squish, squash, splash, he floundered, now over the insteps, now upto the ankles, now almost up to the knees. He soon began to soband sigh— Oh dear ! oh dear ; groaned he, did ever mortal mansee sich a road—might as well try to run in a river. And that con-founded quad., continued he, eyeing Arterxerxes still on the move. Dash my vig, but Td give ye summut to run for if I had old on ye—Id make ye cry * Capevi! my frind. Drot the road ! exclaimedhe, as he plunged into a rush-concealed rut, and squirted the dirtywater up into his face. Well this is a pretty performance, continuedhe, mopping himself with a great crimson bandana—Beats allothers into fits. Cow-found these bye-days. Theyre always g
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