io8 Frank Beers j Huntsman. 



and on to Gayton Hill through the Allotment, 

 and hounds ran Into the fox at Dust Hill. It 

 was a great pace to the hill at Gayton. I have 

 noticed all my life that the Stowe Hills and the 

 above-named are bad scenting land. The other 

 run was down very nearly to Drayson's osiers, 

 hounds turning up the Vale by the brook, racing 

 the fox all the way and killing him about twenty 

 yards inside the covert of Mantel's Heath. Mr. 

 William Judkins rode very well in that run. 



Happily, in the spring, Frank Beers returned, 

 a new man, and was able to resume the duties 

 of huntsman. His father, after having a season in 

 Yorkshire, went to the Bicester, and was there taken 

 ill. Lord North (then the Hon. W. F. J. North) 

 took him to London for advice, and it was decided 

 that he should not hunt again. Beers used to say 

 that he never knew a kinder man than Lord 

 North. During the next season all went well, 

 and barring colds, and asthma now and then, 

 Frank had a brilliant career. 



We were out in the Green's Norton coverts, 

 belonging to the Duke of Grafton, one morning, 

 where we found a good show of foxes and dusted 

 them about well, but they left the coverts, and 

 it was contrary to orders to follow them. About 

 ten o'clock we went away, Frank being very 



