1 1 2 Frank Beers, Huntsman. 



" Come here/' I replied, " and see where the 

 foxes are." 



The hounds joined Dexter, and I never saw 

 them more furious. Any number of young sports- 

 men were present, and they said they would soon 

 move the stack of faggots, but the bands were 

 so decayed that they broke in their hands. Some 

 of them jumped on the top, and the wood being 

 very fragile, it let them in up to their knees, and 

 cracked so loudly that a fox bolted and jumped 

 the wall. Every hound followed him, and out 

 came four more foxes and jumped the wall also, 

 giving chase to the hounds ! One of the foxes 

 soon fell a victim. Hounds went away with 

 another, ran him for about ten minutes fast into 

 a drain ; he was bolted, and they gave him plenty 

 of law, but excessive indulgence in the clerical 

 poultry had rendered him short-winded, and he 

 was killed. We drew the spmneys again, found 

 another, and served him in the same way. Now 

 that is my best recipe for saving the poultry fund 

 where places are overrun with foxes. 



A poor man, who was most industrious and had 

 a large family, grew half an acre of wheat near 

 a hedge with a grass ride up the side of it. The 

 hunters jumped the hedge and ran on to the wheat, 

 and for shame's sake the riders turned off at once, 



