Handley Cross; or, MrJorrock's hunt . d all the birds, were busy—primroses opened their yellowleaves, and the wood anemone shot into life and wild broom was parched and the gorse sun-burnt. After many days of declining sport, including two or three afterthe old customer, the following ominous paragraph at length appearedin the Paul Pry, under the head of « HUNTING INTELLIGENCE Mr. Jorrockss hounds will meet at Furzy Lawn Turnpike, onWednesday, at nine oclock precisely. Significant notice ! Another last day about to be added to the long list of last days thathad gone before. The
Handley Cross; or, MrJorrock's hunt . d all the birds, were busy—primroses opened their yellowleaves, and the wood anemone shot into life and wild broom was parched and the gorse sun-burnt. After many days of declining sport, including two or three afterthe old customer, the following ominous paragraph at length appearedin the Paul Pry, under the head of « HUNTING INTELLIGENCE Mr. Jorrockss hounds will meet at Furzy Lawn Turnpike, onWednesday, at nine oclock precisely. Significant notice ! Another last day about to be added to the long list of last days thathad gone before. The old-stagers sighed as they read it. It recalled OK MB. JOBBOCKSS HUNT. 39< many such notices read in company with those they would never seeagain. The young ones said it was a pity, but consoled themselveswith the thoughts of a summer in London, a yachting or a fishingseason. The would-be sportsmen who had been putting off huntingall the winter began to think seriously of taking to it next, and tomake arrangements for MAKING UP THE FENCES. The morning of the last day was anything but propitious. Thesun shone clear and bright, while a cutting east wind starvedthe sheltered side of the face—horses coats stared, the hounds lookedlistless and ill, and mens boots carried dust instead of gusts of wind hurried the dust along the roads, or raised it ineddying volleys on hills and exposed places. It felt like anything GG 400 HJNDLEY CBOSS; but hunting; the fallows were dry and parched, the buds on tfestrees looked as if they thought they had better retire, ind all natureyearned for rain—rain would be a real blessing. Still there was a goodish muster of pinks, and the meet being on tiii,road, sundry flys and other sporting equipages contributed their quotaof dust. Great was the moaning and lamentation that the seasonwas over. Men didnt know what they should do with themselvesall the summer. What wild resolutions they might have pledgedthemselves to
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