Dick S'lmpsan, Huntsman. 39 



Wood, where there was a good litter of cubs. 

 Simpson would have killed the lot, he thought, 

 for about fox catching he really had nothing to 

 learn. With Bob Ward as head whipper-in, and 

 Tom Carr as second, it was very bad for foxes. 

 In all my time I only knew three men with us 

 who could catch woodland foxes satisfactorily ; 

 namely, George Beers, Dick Simpson, and Frank 

 Beers. 



Cub-hunting went well. Lord Southampton 

 never advertised before the middle of November. 

 On the last Friday of cub-hunting we were at 

 Haversham Wood with twenty couples of bitches. 

 We found a fox at the top end of the wood, near 

 Mr. William Scott's farm (he was a rare good 

 sportsman), and a lively find it was ! Dick 

 cheered, hounds came together and went away 

 like a flock of pigeons down to the farmhouse, 

 over those large grass fields and through the 

 corner of Gayhurst Wood, away over the road 

 and Stoke fields into Stoke Park. Dick had 

 stopped cheering, as he liked to do at starting : 

 he said it made the fox run straight. We took 

 the rides nearly up to the hummocky field — which 

 is well known for a teazer to a horse which gallops 

 with a straight knee — and down to the bridle-gate 

 at the corner of the forest, the hounds a good field 



