Handley Cross; or, MrJorrock's hunt . inside, young Mr. Jorum having established himself along-side a very antediluvian-looking coachman, in dark drab, with atarnished gold band on a new hat, who vainly plied the throng andcrop of a substantial half pig-driver, half horse-breakers whip, alongthe ribs and hind-quarters of a pair of very fat, square-tailed, heavy,rough-coatedj coarse-headed, lumbering nags, to induce them to trotbecomingly into the town. Imperials, a cap-box, a maid in therumble, all ensconced in band-boxes, proclaim their destiny for thatday. Captain Slasher, with a hired barou
Handley Cross; or, MrJorrock's hunt . inside, young Mr. Jorum having established himself along-side a very antediluvian-looking coachman, in dark drab, with atarnished gold band on a new hat, who vainly plied the throng andcrop of a substantial half pig-driver, half horse-breakers whip, alongthe ribs and hind-quarters of a pair of very fat, square-tailed, heavy,rough-coatedj coarse-headed, lumbering nags, to induce them to trotbecomingly into the town. Imperials, a cap-box, a maid in therumble, all ensconced in band-boxes, proclaim their destiny for thatday. Captain Slasher, with a hired barouche and four black screws,all jibbing and pulling different ways—the barouche full of miscel-laneous foot cornets in plain clothes (full of creases of course), dashesdown East Street, and nearly scatters his cargo over the road, bycutting it fine between Squire Jorums carriage and the post. Ayellow dennet passes by, picked out with chalk, mud, and black stripes:two polar bear-looking gentlemen, in enormous pea-jackets, plentifully. SUCKING-PIG ! OR, MR. JORROCKSS HUNT. 227 be-pocketed, with large wooden buttons, are smoking cigars anadriving with a cane-handled hunting-whip. Then a yellow, withthe driver sitting on the cross-bar, whose contents, beyond a bonnet anda hat, are invisible, in consequence of the window having more woodthan glass in its composition, works its way up, and in its turn issucceeded by another private carriage with a pair of posters. Then there was such a ringing of bells, calling of waiters, cursingof chambermaids, and blasting of boots, at the various hotels, in con-sequence of the inability of the houses to swell themselves into threetimes their size, to accommodate the extraordinary influx of guests. Very sorry, indeed, says Mr. Snubbins, the landlord of the Dragon,twisting a dirty duster round his thumb, very sorry, indeed, sir,speaking to a red-faced big-whiskered head, thrust out of a carriagewindow, we are full to the attics—not a shake-down o
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