6o George Beers, Huntsman. 



and come down to me I turned, for which there 

 were two reasons : one was that they would very 

 likely sink the wind, and the other that there was 

 a good track without jumping. Every hound could 

 be heard, the * young ladies ' were singing away at 

 the head, and the Furrier blood beating time — 

 such a cry ! They were then pointing for Steane 

 Park, but as luck would have it they turned 

 again and came down to me ; then going straight 

 again, leaving Radstone on the left, up to 

 Bartlett's long covert, through the bottom end 

 and down to Brackley turnpike pointing for 

 Whitfield Coppice. I began to think I ought to 

 see the fox, but could not do so as he made for 

 a long covert on the opposite hill, Turweston 

 Furze. It occurred to me that if I could reach 

 the end of that he ought to be visible. I was 

 there as soon as might be, but the hounds 

 were in the grass lane at the top; they had run 

 the rackway and riding all the way and out at 

 the gate, when they hit the line through the 

 hedge. Looking forward about three-quarters of 

 the way down the field — a long one — I saw the 

 fox "done to a turn.'' 1 jumped the hedge, and 

 on looking again he was not to be seen. Down 

 this fallow field the pack ran ; when they neared 

 the place where I had seen the fox they checked. 



