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Spraggon greeted him as he alighted at the door. Sponge was quickly followed by Tom Washball; then came Charley Slapp and Lumpleg, and Captain Guano came in a gig.

Washball cantered up in apple-pie order. 'Wonders will never cease! observed Fossick, looking Washy over. So the field sat in a ring about the hounds in the centre of which, as usual, were Jack and Lord Scamperdale, looking with their great tortoise-shell-rimmed spectacles, and short grey whiskers trimmed in a curve up to their noses, like a couple of horned owls in hats.

The men of the hunt Charley Slapp, Lumpleg, Guano, Crane, Washball, and others lauded and magnified it into something magnificent; while Fossick, Fyle, Wake, Blossomnose, and others of the 'Flat Hat Hunt, pronounced it a niceish thing a pretty burst; and Mr.

First came the worthy master of the hounds himself, in his scarlet dress-coat, lined with white satin; Tom Washball, and Charley Slapp also sported Puff's uniform; while Captain Guano, who was proud of his leg, sported the uniform of the Muffington Hunt a pea-green coat lined with yellow, and a yellow collar, white shorts with gold garters, and black silk stockings.

There was Fyle, and Fossick, and Blossomnose, and Sparks, and Joyce, and Capon, and Dribble, and a few others, but neither Washball nor Puffington, nor any of the holiday birds. Precisely at ten, my lord, and his hounds, and his huntsman, and his whips, and his Jack, trotted round Farmer Springwheat's spacious back premises, and appeared in due form before the green rails in front.

His lordship then picked the letter from the floor, and resumed where he had left off. "I expect you will meet Tom Washball, Lumpleg, and Charley Slapp." 'A very pretty party, observed Jack, adding, 'Wouldn't be seen goin' to a bull-bait with any on 'em. 'Nor I, replied his lordship. 'Birds of a feather, observed Jack. 'Just so, said his lordship, resuming his reading.

'Hout! the country's good enough, growled Jack, who hated Washball; adding, 'a good fox makes any country good'; with which observation he sidled up to Sponge, leaving Washball in the middle of the road. 'That reminds me, said Jack, sotto voce to Sponge, 'that the crittur wants his run puffed, and he thinks you can do it. 'Me! exclaimed Sponge, 'what's put that in his head?

In addition to the parties mentioned as asked in his note to Lord Scamperdale, viz. Washball, Charley Slapp, and Lumpleg, were Parson Blossomnose; Mr. Fossick of the Flat Hat Hunt, who declined Mr. Crane of Crane Hall; Captain Guano, late of that noble corps the Spotted Horse Marines; and others who accepted. Mr.

Now I found a washball made of oil of olives mixed with beech ash and showed him the use of it. At first he shrank from this strange thing, but coming to understand its office, served himself of it readily, smiling when he saw how well it cleansed his flesh.

Fossick lowered his hat-string and ran the fox's tooth through the buttonhole; Fyle drew his girths; Washball took a long swig at his hunting-horn-shaped monkey; Major Mark and Mr. Archer threw away their cigar ends; Mr. Bliss drew on his dogskin gloves; Mr. Wake rolled the thong of his whip round the stick, to be better able to encounter his puller; Mr.