Identifier: handleycrossormr00surt (find matches)
Title: Handley Cross; or, Mr. Jorrock's hunt
Year: 1892 (1890s)
Authors: Surtees, Robert Smith, 1805-1864 Leech, John, 1817-1864, ill
Subjects: Fox hunting
Publisher: London, Bradbury, Agnew and Company
Contributing Library: University Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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their sterns and bristling for blood, and Piggappeared a little below cantering along with the rest of the pack athis horses heels. Here, Pigg I there, Pigg I roared Mr. Jorrocks;just by the old hoak-stump.—Gently now ! ah, wareeel—thats notthe vay of him ; hes hover to the left, I tells ye. Thats him !Mercury has him. Hoick to Mercury, hoick ! get away, get away,get away, oundsf hoick together ! hoick together ! Oh, Pigg, wot awopper he is ! observed Mr. Jorrocks, as Pigg joined him in theride. The biggest fox whatever was seen—if we do but kill him—my vig ! Ill eat his tongue for supper. Have it grilled cum granosalis, with a lee-tle Cayenne pepper, as Pomponius Hego wouldsay. Aye, replied Pigg, grinning with delight, his cap-peak in theair and the tobacco-juice streaming down his mouth like a Chinesemandarin. Arll be the death of a shillirf mysel J * Saying whichhe hustled his horse and turned to his hounds. Away they go again full cry across the cover to the utmost limits.
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^>-v^r^^T THE BIGGEST FOX WHATEVER WAS SEEN. OB, MR. JORROCKS8 HUNT. 1M and then back again to the far side. Now the fox takes a full swinground, but wont quit—now he cuts across—now Mr. Jorrocks viewshim, and swears hell have his brains as well as his tongue for supper.Pigg has him next, and again comes Mr. Jorrockss turn. Dashmy vig, but hes a tough un! observed Mr. Jorrocks to JamesPigg, as they met again on the rising ground at the top of the ride,where Mr. Jorrocks had been fifteen times and Pigg seventeen, boththeir horses streaming with perspiration, and the blue and yellowworsted fronts of the bridles embossed with foam. Dash my vig,but its a million and a half of petties, continued Mr. Jorrocks,looking at his watch, and seeing it wanted but twenty minutes tofour, that we adwertised, for theres a wast o go left in him yet,and hell take the shine out of some of our ounds before he is donewith them—send them dragglin ome with their sterns down—makeem ciy capevi, Im th

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