Handley Cross; or, MrJorrock's hunt . nkwhite hair, cut evenly round his head, as though it had been done bythe edges of a barbers basin. Benjamin had increased considerablyin his own opinion, by the acquisition of a pair of top-boots, and hisappointment of whipper-in to the hounds, in which he was a gooddeal supported by the deference usually paid by country servants toLondon ones. Like all inn saddle-rooms, the Dragon one was somewhat con-tracted in its dimensions, and what little there was, was renderedless, by sundry sets of harness hanging against the walls, and diverssaddle-stands, boot-
Handley Cross; or, MrJorrock's hunt . nkwhite hair, cut evenly round his head, as though it had been done bythe edges of a barbers basin. Benjamin had increased considerablyin his own opinion, by the acquisition of a pair of top-boots, and hisappointment of whipper-in to the hounds, in which he was a gooddeal supported by the deference usually paid by country servants toLondon ones. Like all inn saddle-rooms, the Dragon one was somewhat con-tracted in its dimensions, and what little there was, was renderedless, by sundry sets of harness hanging against the walls, and diverssaddle-stands, boot-trees, knife-cleaners, broken pitchforks, andbottles with candles in their necks, scattered promiscuously , there was a fire, to keep hot water ready, and abovethe fire-place were sundry smoke-dried hand-bills of country horsesfor the by-gone season— Jumper—Clever Clumsy—Barney Bodkin—Billy Button, &c.—while logs of wood, three-legged stools, andinverted horse-pails, served the place of chairs BENJAMIN IN THE SADDLE-ROGM* K 2 6tt, MB. JORBOGKSS EUNT. 109 On the boiler side of the fire, away from the door—for no one hasa greater regard for No. 1 than himself—sat the renowned BenjaminBrady, in a grooms drab frock coat, reaching down to his heels, asky-blue waistcoat, patent cord breeches, with grey worsted stockings,and slippers, airing a pair of very small mud-stained top-boots beforethe fire, occasionally feeling the scratches on bis iace, and the bitesthe fox inflicted on his nose the previous day—next him, sat the first pair toy out, a grey-headed old man of sixty, whose jacket,breeches, boots, entire person, in fact, were concealed by a long brownholland thing, that gave him the appearance of sitting booted andspurred in his night-shirt. Then came the ostlers lad, a boy oisome eight or nine years old, rolling about on the flags, playing withthe saddle-room cat ; and, immediately before the fire, on a largeinverted horse-pail, sat S
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