George Beers, Huntsman. 77 



Weedon and Everdon road down to the brook, 

 and ran that beautiful vale with Everdon village 

 on the left and Newnham on the right. Hounds 

 passed Badby Wood In the valley beneath, nearly 

 touching It, and ran straight to Badby House, 

 through the plantation, leaving Staverton Wood to 

 the left, and over the Turnpike, all without a check. 

 We thought then that the fox meant Braunston 

 Gorse, but the bitches ran Into him a field before 

 he could reach It. Only four people away, the 

 Field all left behind ; and I never saw such a 

 number of crestfallen people as we met on our 

 way back to Weedon. 



Frank Beers learned lessons from his father 

 which he never forgot. George Beers had three 

 pupils of whom he was justly proud — Mr. Ark- 

 wrlght, Charles Payn, and his own son Frank; 

 and they freely acknowledged that they owed 

 more to his teaching than they could express. 



Lord Southampton always said of Beers that he 

 had but one fault, namely his hasty temper. 

 During all the time I knew him he never missed a 

 single day's hunting from Ill-health or accident ; 

 he was a most determined man, possessed of great 

 power and strong nerve. He only spoke In a cross 

 tone to me once In his life ; that was on the 

 occasion of his getting a rabbit -hole fall by my 



