Handley Cross; or, MrJorrock's hunt . armintacross the green head-land, and the next field being a clover ley, witha handy gate in, which indeed somewhat influenced Jorrocks in hiscast, the hounds again settle to the scent, with Jorrocks rollingjoyfully after them, declaring hed be the best untsman under thesun if it warnt for the confounded lips. Away he now crams, upthe field road, with the hounds chirping merrily along on his right,through turnips, oat stubble, winter beans, and plough. A whitefarm onstead, Buckwheat Grange, with its barking cur in a barrel,causes the fox to change his cour
Handley Cross; or, MrJorrock's hunt . armintacross the green head-land, and the next field being a clover ley, witha handy gate in, which indeed somewhat influenced Jorrocks in hiscast, the hounds again settle to the scent, with Jorrocks rollingjoyfully after them, declaring hed be the best untsman under thesun if it warnt for the confounded lips. Away he now crams, upthe field road, with the hounds chirping merrily along on his right,through turnips, oat stubble, winter beans, and plough. A whitefarm onstead, Buckwheat Grange, with its barking cur in a barrel,causes the fox to change his course and slip down a broken but grassybank to the left. Dash his impittance, but hes taken us into amost unmanageable country, observes Mr. Jorrocks, shading hiseyes from the now out-bursting sun with his hand as he trotted on,eyeing the oft occurring fences as he spoke. Lost all idee of whereI ham, and where Im a goin, continued he, looking about to see ifhe could recognise anything. Hills, dales, woods, water, were equallynew to 5$ ^ It OR, MR. JORROCKSS HUNT. 285 Crash! now go the hounds upon an old dead thorn-fence, stuck ona low sod-bank, making Jorrocks shudder at the sound. Over goesStobbs without doing anything for his followers. Go on, Binjimin! go on! Now, cries Jorrocks, cantering up,cracking his whip, as if he wanted to take it in stride, but in realityto frighten Ben over to break it. Go on I ye miserable man-monkey of a boy ! repeats he, as Xerxes now turned tail, nearlyupsetting our master— Oh you epitome of a tailor 1 groanedJorrocks ; youre of no more use wi ounds than a ladys-maid,—dobelieve I could make as good a whipper-in out of a carrot! See!youve set my quad a refusin, and Ill bet a guinea at to a alf-crown wide awake, hell not face another fence to-day.—Come hup, Isay, you hugly beast! now roared Jorrocks, pretending to putArterxerxes resolutely at it, but in reality holding him hard by thehead,— Get off, ye useless apology of a hosier and pu
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