Handley Cross; or, MrJorrock's hunt . nest thing our Master remem-bers was finding himself getting transferred from a light-tilted cart ona bright frosty night into a Hundley Cross fly, at Rosemary Lane gate ;but when he came to pay the man his fare he found his purse wasgone, which he might have thought had dropped out of his pocketinto the cart, were it not that his watch was wanting too. However,being at home, he just told Betsy to pay the fare, and clambered up-stairs to bed as if nothing ticlar had happened. And next dayPigg gave such a wonderful account of the run, and how he wouldhave k
Handley Cross; or, MrJorrock's hunt . nest thing our Master remem-bers was finding himself getting transferred from a light-tilted cart ona bright frosty night into a Hundley Cross fly, at Rosemary Lane gate ;but when he came to pay the man his fare he found his purse wasgone, which he might have thought had dropped out of his pocketinto the cart, were it not that his watch was wanting too. However,being at home, he just told Betsy to pay the fare, and clambered up-stairs to bed as if nothing ticlar had happened. And next dayPigg gave such a wonderful account of the run, and how he wouldhave killed the fox half-a-dozen times if he had only had Jorrocksto help him, thai our Master, forgetting all his promises to Diana,very soon had another turn at the forest. Mr. Jorrockss next adventure in the hunting line originated in avery furious letter from a gentleman, signing himself John Gollar-field, farmer, Hardpye Hill, complaining bitterly of the devastationof his hen-roost, and calling loudly for vengeance against the * \ OR, MR. JORROCKSS HUNT. 353 Accordingly our Master made a meet for Hardpye Hill, instead ofLangton Pound, as he intended. The road to the hill lying through some roomy inclosures, andChristmas having let loose its enterprise upon the country, great wasthe spurting and racing that marked the line there. Mr. Jorrocks,arrayed in his best pink, jogged pompously on with his cavalcade,receiving the marked attention of the country. Arrived at the hill,he turned into a grass field to give his hounds a roll and hear thenews of the day—how Miss Glancey was after Captain Small—howMrs. Buss had captivated old Frill. Then, when the cantering,Bmoking cover hack swells came up, they resolved themselves into acommittee of taste, scrutinising this hound and that, passing theiropinions on the pack generally, and on the Bugginson hounds inparticular. Some thought they were coarse, some thought they werecommon ; but when they heard they were drafts from the Qu
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