George Beers, Huntsman. 6i 



I stood still, and in a minute heard a voice saving^ 

 in angry tones : — 



'' If you would stay at home I could catch 

 a fox I it is impossible when you are out." 



Turning in the saddle I said, " Mv lord, I 

 saw the fox dead tired, just here," turning again 

 and pointing and looking to the spot ; there lay 

 ' Master Charles,' the sun shining upon him, he 

 looked beautiful I I went on, " my lord, we shall 

 kill this fox." 



" Yes," his lordship rejoined, " if anyone can 

 say a disagreeable thing, it is yourself." 



" I am sure we shall catch him," I emphatically 

 replied. 



" Hold your tongue, do ! " was the sharp 

 rejoinder. 



This did not tend to mend matters, but as his 

 lordship came nearer, I said, *' What do you think 

 of this^ my lord ? " showing him the fox. 



" Oh dear," he exclaimed, quite taken aback, 

 '' what shall I do ? " 



" Stand still, my lord," was all my reply. 



'' They will never catch him ! " his lordship 

 cried excitedly. 



'' Pray stand still, my lord," I entreated, adding 

 reassuringly, '' they will find him." 



While this conversation was passing the hounds 



