Frank Beers, Hitntsjnan. 



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" Put on a bold front, Sir John," I added, " and 

 tell them that you can draw sixteen couples of 

 as good hounds out of Hill's as can be drawn 

 from any pack, and that they don't know what 

 they are talking about." 



In the month of February the tide turned. 

 Sir John wore a smile, Frank began to catch 

 his foxes well, and from that time success 

 attended him to a marked extent. 



In the entry some young hounds were bought 

 from Mr. Drake of Belvoir blood. Destitute was 

 one of these. During cub-hunting we had a 

 fox in some very high turnips, higher than the 

 hounds. I saw Destitute take a line very steadily 

 down a path through the crop, and followed her 

 until she turned up under a fence, then I called 

 Frank and told him what it was, and that, although 

 I thought it must be right, I dared not halloo. We 

 followed her with the pack, and eventually we 

 caught the fox. 



Destitute was the best foxhound, bar none, I 

 ever saw. Frank kept her until she died, and 

 then he had her head stuffed, and asked Mrs. 

 Beers never to part with it, ' for that hound,' he 

 said, ' was the making of him.' 



In the third year. Beers had the good luck to 

 enter four couples of puppies — a wonderful entry 



