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They talked of Scamperdale, and they talked of Frostyface, and the number of foxes he had killed, the price of corn, and the difference its price made in the keep of hounds and horses. Altogether they were very 'thick. 'And how's our friend Sponge? asked Puffington, as the conversation at length began to flag. 'Oh, he's nicely, replied Jack, adding, 'hasn't he come yet?
Gapes insisted that the carpet was a Turkey carpet, whereas it was a royal cut pile. It might be that the smartness and freshness of everything confused the bucolic minds, little accustomed to wholesale grandeur. Mr. Puffington quite eclipsed all the old country families with their 'company rooms' and put-away furniture.
Sponge, recollecting how they had complimented him, adding, 'they seem a queer set. 'There's a fellow they call "Jack," observed Mr. Puffington, 'who acts as a sort of bulldog to his lordship, and worries whoever his lordship sets him upon. He got into a clay-hole a little farther back, and a precious splashing he was making, along with the chaplain, old Blossomnose.
It was true that Bragg always returned five or six and twenty brace; but that was as between Bragg and the public, as between Bragg and his master the smaller figure was the amount. Mr. Puffington had had enough of it, and he now thought if he could get Mr. It was this erroneous impression with regard to Mr.
Many, as we said before, outrun the constable. Some get fat, some get married, some get tired, and a few get wiser. There is, however, always a fine pushing crop coming on. Puffington was not what the old ladies call a profligate young man.
Fossick, and several dark-coated horsemen and boys were congregated around. Jack had lost his spectacles, and Blossomnose his whip, and the countrymen were diving for them. 'Not hurt, I hope? said Mr. Puffington, in the most dandified tone of indifference, as he rode up to where Jack and Blossomnose were churning the water in their boots, stamping up and down, trying to get themselves warm.
'How? asked Mr. Puffington. 'How, sir? repeated Mr. Bragg; 'why, sir, in all wayses. He had no dog language, to begin with he had little idea of making a cast no science, no judgement, no manner no nothin' I'm dim'd if ever I see'd sich a mess as he made. Puff looked unutterable things. 'He never did no good, in fact, till I fit him with Frostyface. I taught Frosty, continued Mr. Bragg.
Tom and Jerry had a great deal to answer for in the way of leading soft-headed young men astray; and old Puffington having had the misfortune to christen our friend 'Thomas, of course his companions dubbed him 'Corinthian Tom'; by which name he has been known ever since.
Puffington, observed Sponge, who had a sort of general acquaintance with all the hounds and masters indeed, with all the meets of all the hounds in the kingdom which he read in the weekly lists in Bell's Life, just as he read Mogg's Cab Fares. 'Then you are Mr. Puffington? observed Sponge. 'The same, replied the stranger.
Puffington threw the paper from him as Plummey entered the room. 'How do you know? asked Mr. Puffington. 'Saw it, sir saw it in the letter-bag going to the post. 'Indeed! replied Mr. Puffington. 'Mr. Spraggon and he did it after they came in from hunting. 'I thought as much, replied Mr. Puffington, in disgust. Mr.
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