George Beers, Huntsnian. 67 



'' My hounds shan't eat him ! " he exclaimed 

 testily. 



"Well, my lord, I won't," I laughingly replied; 

 and I threw him down against his horse's head, 

 and stood back. In a few seconds the horn 

 was blown, and the hounds came and ate him 

 up. \\'e then went home, and on the way 

 his lordship curiously enquired, '' Why did you 

 think those hounds were right?" I replied 

 *' Because they always ran at head, and had done 

 so all the time, and for that reason I follow^ed 

 them." 



His lordship's comment w^as, '' I wish I had 

 done so, the thing would have been more com- 

 plete." "Well," he added, "I must say Beers 

 has made the dog hounds as near perfect as 

 possible." 



Looking back to the period of which I am now 

 writing, many changes were taking place. Good 

 men had passed away, and their successors w^ere 

 following on in the support of the hunt. Messrs. 

 Aris of Adstone, and Aris junior of Oakley 

 Bank, Mr. John Aris of Weedon, Mr. William 

 Amos of Charlock, the Bartletts of Halse, Mr. 

 Pike of Haversham, Messrs. Edward Roper, John 

 Smith of Quinton, Joseph Whitton and his brother 

 John, Mr. Tom Dunkley of Kislingbury, and 



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