Handley Cross; or, MrJorrock's hunt . hounds and the ill-suppressed cheers of the held. A hazel copse or two were tried just for the sake of the chance, andon they trotted to a warm lying cover of gorse, or brushwood, formedby the junction of two hills. Jolly-boy, Boniface, and Dexterous,feathered as they approached the spot, and the former dashing inwith a whimper and a long-drawn howl, Michael took off his broad-brimmed, low-crowned hat, and waving in the pack, cheered them tothe echo. His horse pricked his ears, and whinnied with delight, andtould scarcely be brought to stand with his head
Handley Cross; or, MrJorrock's hunt . hounds and the ill-suppressed cheers of the held. A hazel copse or two were tried just for the sake of the chance, andon they trotted to a warm lying cover of gorse, or brushwood, formedby the junction of two hills. Jolly-boy, Boniface, and Dexterous,feathered as they approached the spot, and the former dashing inwith a whimper and a long-drawn howl, Michael took off his broad-brimmed, low-crowned hat, and waving in the pack, cheered them tothe echo. His horse pricked his ears, and whinnied with delight, andtould scarcely be brought to stand with his head towards the coveras Michael stood erect in his stirrups, with one hand on the cantrelof his saddle, and the other holding his whip and reins, while his OR, MB. JOBBOCKSS HUNT. 7 eagle-eye roved over every part of the dell. Have at him there, myjewel/ cried he to old Bonny-bell—a favourite white bitch thatlived with him, and could scarcely ever be persuaded to quit hishorses heels,—as she stood whining, lifting a foot, and looking. ^?A— OBSTRUCTION ! him earnestly in the face ;— Have at him there, my old lass ! re-echoed he, looking down upon her, and waving his right hand, to induceher to join cry. The old bitch dashed in, and the chorus gorse was close, or the hounds must have chopped the fox, forhe had made two efforts to break up hill so as to fly for the woodlandcountry, and had twice been driven from his point by Michaels voice a HANDLEY CROSS; and the crack of his whip. A momentary silence ensued, as the?over-ran the scent, and Michael had just cried, Look out, Peter!to his whipper-in, who was stationed on the opposite hill, when thefox dashed over a piece of stone wall between two large ash trees inthe high hedge at the bottom of the cover, and with a whisk of hisbrush, set his head straight down the vale, crossing over a largegrazing ground of at least a hundred acres. Silence ! criedMichael, holding up his hand to the foot-people, who were congreg
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