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Puffington's hounds are not the sort of animals to kill foxes: nasty, skirtin', flashy, jealous divils; always starin' about for holloas and assistance. I'll be d d if I'd give eighteenpence for the 'ole lot on 'em. A loud guffaw from the Flat Hat men greeted this wholesale condemnation. Hats off and politeness was then the order of the day.
It's like a betting-post at Newmarket. How loud the people talk! What's the news? Queen Anne dead, or is there another French Revolution, or a fixed duty on corn? Reader, Mr. Puffington's hounds have had a run, and the Flat Hat men are disputing it.
'Get a day with the harriers, too, if you like, continued the shooter, increasing the temptation. 'Better still! thought Sponge. 'I've only bachelor 'commodation to offer you; but p'raps you'll not mind roughing it a bit? observed Romford. 'Oh, faith, not I! replied Sponge, thinking of the luxuries of Puffington's bachelor habitation. 'What sort of stables have you? asked our friend.
Thus it appeared in the middle of the third sheet of the Swillingford Patriot: SPLENDID RUN WITH MR. PUFFINGTON'S HOUNDS. This splendid pack had a superb run from Hollyburn Hanger, the property of its truly popular and sporting owner, Mr. Puffington.
'Begin, said he, after a pause, 'begin, "This splendid pack had a stunning run." 'But we must put what pack first, observed Sponge, writing the words 'Mr. Puffington's hounds' at the top of the paper. 'Well, said he, writing on, 'this stunning pack had a splendid run. 'No, not stunning pack, growled Jack, 'splendid pack "this splendid pack had a stunning run."
Puffington's situation, as the elegant phraseology of servitude goes, he considered that Mr. Puffington had nothing more to do with the hounds, and that any interference in 'his department' was a piece of impertinence. Puffington felt like a man who has bought a good horse, but which he finds on riding is rather more of a horse than he likes.
Puffington's invitation as well and saucily as he could, and a sheet of very inferior paper being at length discovered in the sideboard drawer, our friends forthwith proceeded to concoct it. Jack having at length got all square, and the black-ink lines introduced below, dipped his pen in the little stone ink-bottle, and, squinting up at his lordship, said: 'How shall I begin?
Spare ribs, liver and bacon, sausages, black puddings, &c. all very good in their way, but which came with a bad grace after the comforts of Jog's, the elegance of Puffington's, and the early splendour of Jawleyford's. Our hero was a good deal put out, and felt as if he was imposed upon.
His lordship's and Mr. Puffington's letters diffused joy into a house that seemed likely to be distracted with trouble.
Sir Harry's fields were entirely composed of his own choice 'set, and a few farmers, and people whom he could abuse and do what he liked with. Mr. Jogglebury Crowdey, to be sure, had mentioned Sir Harry approvingly, when he went to Mr. Puffington's, to inveigle Mr. Sponge over to Puddingpote Bower; but what might suit Mr.
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