Frank Beers, Huntsman. i op- 



dissatisfied at not killing a fox. I suggested that 

 we should go and have a try near the kennels. 

 We went, and soon found. The sun was shining, 

 which made it hot in the wood. The fox had 

 his mouth open and ran the rides, hounds could 

 not go faster, and the fox w^as so pressed that 

 he w^ent into the fields, which did not improve 

 matters ; he then made for Potterspury village 

 (I should explain that we were allowed to go 

 into the fields near the forest) and ran down 

 the street, where he met a man who caused him 

 to jump through a window into a cottage. We 

 both dismounted and went in ; on the opposite 

 side of the room there was another window, and 

 in the garden was an old w^oman, holding a large 

 tea-tray to prevent more glass damage. We had 

 a very bad light and did not readily find the fox, 

 but on our moving the cradle, which had been 

 recently occupied, there he was. I pulled three 

 old hounds in, the pack at the door baying 

 furiously, and half the villagers had assembled 

 outside. Hounds are very stupid on such occa- 

 sions, they don't know what to do. I caught old 

 Danger by the neck and threw him on to the 

 fox, when a growling began ; Frank jumped upon 

 the table like a cat ; he soon came down, took the 

 fox out, and threw him amongst the people ; the 



