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Surtees, Robert Smith, 1803-1864

"Mr. Sponge's Sporting Tour"

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Frosty's horse, Little Jumper, declined, and we left him standing in the
middle of the moor with a stiff neck, kicking and staring and looking
mournfully at his flanks. Daddy Longlegs, too, had begun to sob, and in
vain I looked back in hopes of seeing Jack-a-Dandy coming up. "Well," said
I to myself, "I've got a pair of good strong boots on, and I'll finish the
run on foot but I'll see it"; when, just at the moment, the pack broke from
scent to view and rolled the fox up like a hedgehog amongst them.'
'Well done!' exclaimed Jack, adding, 'that was a run with a vengeance!'
'Wasn't it?' replied his lordship, rubbing his hands and stamping; 'the
finest run that ever was seen--the finest run that ever was seen!'
'Why, it couldn't be less than twelve miles from point to point,' observed
Jack, thinking it over.
'Not a yard,' replied his lordship, 'not a yard, and from fourteen to
fifteen as the hounds ran.'
'It would be all that,' assented Jack. 'How long were you in doing it?' he
asked.
'An hour and forty minutes,' replied his lordship; 'an hour and forty
minutes from the find to the finish'; adding, 'I'll stick the brush and
present it to Mrs.


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