(Extract from a letter received by Mr. Shootall on the morning when hounds were expected to draw his covers)
Leadenhall Market, Thursday.
Sir,—Your esteemed order to hand. We regret that we are quite out of foxes at present; but, as you mentioned they were for children's pets, we thought guinea pigs might do instead, so are sending half a dozen to-day. Hoping, &c., &c.
Too Much
(Pity the Sorrows of a poor Hunting Man!)
Sportsman (suffering from intense aberration of mind in consequence of the weather, in reply to wife of his bosom.) "Put out? Why, o' course I'm put out. Been just through the village, and hang me if at least half a dozen fools haven't told me that it's nice seasonable weather!"