Identifier: yoicksheadstales00brow (find matches)
Title: Yoicks! : heads and tales, tips and turns over (with a spill or two thrown in)
Year: 1878 (1870s)
Authors: Browne, Hablot Knight, 1815-1882
Subjects: Horses English wit and humor Fox hunting
Publisher: London : "Judy" Office
Contributing Library: Webster Family Library of Veterinary Medicine
Digitizing Sponsor: Boston Library Consortium Member Libraries

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T) LESS me ! said the Other Jones early next morning, as he very carefully -*-^ opened one eye, and fixed it inquiringly upon the strange wall-paper, andthen turned his head to look at the other side of the bed, where the deuce andall am I, I wonder ? Bright Chanticleer was proclaiming the dawn, spangles decked the thorn, thelowing herds were quitting the lawn, the lark was springing from the corn, andthe little old lady was tapping at the bed-room door. Would you like, the chill taken off your bath, sir. And do you prefer a cupof strong tea, or a lemon and soda ? Rum and milk, said the Other Jones, opening the other eye; and he satup with a thankful murmur that he wasnt as bad as he expected. It must,said he, have been confoundedly good stuff ! An hour later our Other was making a tour of the stables, farmyard, etc. ■ Its most extraordinary, said he to himself, there dont seem to be a livingsoul about! At that very moment, though, a door opened just in front of him, and a lanky 65
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HOMEWARD BOQND. (Muffins has had a day with the ouuds on the old oss as runs the bread cart.) Keeper. Good sjjoi-t, guvnor ? Muffins. Capital! Keeper. Killed ? Muffins (thinking with pride of his own hairbreadth escapes). No, ly George!l^recious near, though. Keeper (thinking of his pheasants). Ali! had joi that; ores ivell-nigh overrun7vi sich varmin hereabouts. (Muffins is perplexed. Scotchman made his appearance, and tugged at a carrotty forelock by way ofsalutation. Reet glad to mak your acquaintance, said the lanky one. Maybe its tooairly for a dhrap whusky, but ye re reet welcome, and as he spoke he wiped themouth of a black bottle, and offered it to our Special Commissioner. The latter respectfully declined, and the lanky one was not offended, but, onthe contrary, took a pull himself. Then he asked whether our Other would liketo have the hounds out for a run. Where was the meet ? There was no meet! This was a bye-day, but thegovnor was in town, and there could be no harm in it.

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