Washball

Puffington, and Guano, and Lumpleg, and Washball, and Spraggon, offering to make meets to suit their convenience, and even to mount them if required.

Mr. Sponge's Sporting Tour Robert Smith Surtees 1833

'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.

Mr. Sponge's Sporting Tour Robert Smith Surtees 1833

Blossomnose, and Sparks, and Joyce, and Capon, and Dribble, and a few others, but neither Washball nor Puffington, nor any of the holiday birds.

Mr. Sponge's Sporting Tour Robert Smith Surtees 1833

Washball, Charley Joyce, and Sam Sloman, riding well in the first flight of second horsemen -- his lordship's pad-groom, Mr. Fossick's man in drab with a green collar, Mr. Wake's in blue, also a lad in scarlet and a flat hat, with a second horse for the huntsman.

Mr. Sponge's Sporting Tour Robert Smith Surtees 1833

Washball; 'nothing like the Boughton Hill day, nor yet the Hembury Forest one; but still, considering the meet and the state of the country --'

Mr. Sponge's Sporting Tour Robert Smith Surtees 1833

The men of the hunt -- Charley Slapp, Lumpleg, Guano, Crane, Washball, and others -- lauded and magnified it into something magnificent; while Fossick,

Mr. Sponge's Sporting Tour Robert Smith Surtees 1833

Washball had a headache, so had Lumpleg; Crane was seedy; and

Mr. Sponge's Sporting Tour Robert Smith Surtees 1833

Mr. 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. Sponge's Sporting Tour Robert Smith Surtees 1833