Handley Cross; or, MrJorrock's hunt . withhis great legs before him. He appeared to have no notion of leaping,Jorrocks began to wax angry. Dash my vig, you hugly brute ! he exclaimed, grinning with rage at the thoughts of the run he waslosing, Dash my vig, if you dont mind what youre arter, Ill get onyour back, and bury my spurs in your sides. Come Hup ! I say,YOU hugly beast ! roared he, giving a tremendous jerk of therein, upon which the horse flew back, pulling Jorrocks downwards inthe muddy difcch. Arterxerxes then threw up his heels and ran away,whip and all. Meanwhile, our bagman played
Handley Cross; or, MrJorrock's hunt . withhis great legs before him. He appeared to have no notion of leaping,Jorrocks began to wax angry. Dash my vig, you hugly brute ! he exclaimed, grinning with rage at the thoughts of the run he waslosing, Dash my vig, if you dont mind what youre arter, Ill get onyour back, and bury my spurs in your sides. Come Hup ! I say,YOU hugly beast ! roared he, giving a tremendous jerk of therein, upon which the horse flew back, pulling Jorrocks downwards inthe muddy difcch. Arterxerxes then threw up his heels and ran away,whip and all. Meanwhile, our bagman played his part gallantly, running threequarters of a ring, of three quarters of a mile, chiefly in view, when,feeling exhausted, he threw himself into a furze-patch, near a farm-yard, where Dauntless very soon had him by the back, but the smellof the aniseed, with which he had been plentifully rubbed, disgustingthe hound, he chucked him in the air and let him fall back in thebush. Xerxes, who had borne Ben gallantly before the body of the. N _{ t ??•? Si ^ OR, MR. JORROCKSS HUNT. 107 pack, came tearing along, like a poodle with a monkey on his back,when, losing the cry of hounds, the horse suddenly stopped short, andoff flew Benjamin beside the fox, who, all wild with fear and rage,seized Ben by the nose, who ran about with the fox hanging to him,yelling, Murder ! murder ! murder ! for hard life. And to crown the days disasters, when at length our fat friendgot his horse and his hounds, and his damaged Benjamin scrapedtogether again, and re-entered Handley Cross, he was yelled at, andhooted, and rid coat! rid coat!—ed by the children, and made anobject of unmerited ridicule by the fair but rather unfeeling portionof the populace. Lauk ! heres an old chap been to Spilsby! shouted BettyLucas, the mangle-woman, on getting a view of his great mud-stainedback. Hoot! hes always tumblin off, that ard chap, responded , the itinerant lollypop-seller, who was now waddling along
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