Handley Cross; or, MrJorrock's hunt . ash to the spot. How beautifully they flourish—eager, and yet none will go an inch without the scent. Yell done, old ooman! speak to him again ! exclaimed , delighted to hear the old bitchs tongue ; a fox for apund ; ten if you like ! *?****» The pack have now got together, and all are busy on the villain has been astir early, and the drag is rather weak. Dash my vig, hes been here, says Mr. Jorrocks, eyeing somefeathers sticking in a bush ; theres three and sixpence at least foran old fat en, wondering whether he would have to pay for
Handley Cross; or, MrJorrock's hunt . ash to the spot. How beautifully they flourish—eager, and yet none will go an inch without the scent. Yell done, old ooman! speak to him again ! exclaimed , delighted to hear the old bitchs tongue ; a fox for apund ; ten if you like ! *?****» The pack have now got together, and all are busy on the villain has been astir early, and the drag is rather weak. Dash my vig, hes been here, says Mr. Jorrocks, eyeing somefeathers sticking in a bush ; theres three and sixpence at least foran old fat en, wondering whether he would have to pay for it ornot. The hounds strike forward, and getting upon a grassy ride, carrythe scent with a good head for some quarter of a mile, to the ecstaticdelight of Mr. Jorrocks, who bumps along, listening to their music,and hoping it might never cease. A check ! Theyve overrun the scent. Hie lack ! cries , turning his horse round ; gone to the low crags Ill bebund—thats the way he always goes ; Ill pop up ill, and stare him. OR, MR. JORROCKSS HUNT. 423 out o countenance, if he takes his old line ; saying which, Mr. Jor-rocks stuck spurs into Arterxerxes, and, amid the grunts of thehorse and the rumbling of the loose stones, succeeded in gaining therising ground, while the hounds worked along the brook below. The chorus grows louder ! The rocky dell resounds the cry ahundred fold ! The tawny owl, scared from his ivied crag, faces thesun in a Bacchanalian sort of flight; wood-pigeons wing their timidway, the magpie is on high, and the jays grating screech adds wild-ness to the scene. What a crash ! Warm in the woody dell, half-circled by the winding brook, where rising hills ward off the wintrywinds, the old customer had curled himself up to sleep till eveningsdusk invited him back to the hen-roost. That outburst of melodyproclaims that he is unkennelled before the pack ! Mr. Jorrocks, having gained his point, places himself behind agnarled and knotted ivy-covered mountai
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