io6 'Frank BeerSj Huntsman. 



the best of it on both occasions. One day we 

 were going to the meet at Preston, when I joined 

 the hounds on the road I said to Beers : 



'' We will catch ' Mr. Bob ' to-day, George, if 

 we find him, and there is any scent." 



" I don't know," he replied dubiously, " he is a 

 ' caution.' " 



" Never mind," I rejoined, " I have thought 

 him out ; we have had two good runs with him, and 

 then changed on to a fox with a brush, but we 

 never hear of anyone seeing ' Bob ' go back. The 

 fact is, he runs through every covert near which 

 the foxes lie, another fox gets up, and goes on 

 while ' Bob ' escapes." 



We found ' Bob ' very soon, and hounds went 

 on good terms with him ; he visited every covert 

 on the Fawsley estate without dwelling. The first 

 whipper-in worked well, and the fox began to think 

 seriously of the situation. He then ran to Hinton 

 Gorse and going through it went up to Badby 

 Wood ; straight down the covert and away at the 

 bottom, pointing to, and passing Everdon on the 

 left. The hounds ran like hares over the brook, 

 nearly to Weedon, and turned right-handed into 

 Stowe Wood. The huntsman and I were very lucky 

 in getting on with them, and we were fortunate 

 enough to meet our second horses, w^hich w^as a 



