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the Master was roused, and with an expressive 

 " Ugh 1 " observed, " We shall soon get him out of 

 that." 



Frank Beers, whose horn jostles that of Dick 

 Stovin, began his hunting experience in a curious 

 way. When he was only twenty-one years of age 

 he was engaged to go to Poland with a pack of 

 English hounds to hunt the wolf. He succeeded 

 very well in his task, but when on the outbreak of 

 war in Poland he returned home and hunted a 

 pack of foxhounds in the Grafton country, he was 

 a good deal troubled by the change of quarry, and 

 it took him some time to show his capacity for 

 hunting the wily fox as well as the straight- 

 running wolf. Beers himself always used to say 

 that in fox - hunting a certain hound named 

 Destitute had been the making of him. This 

 hound had been bred at Bel voir and was descended 

 on the dam's side from Mr Drake's Duster. When 

 on his deathbed Beers asked his wife never to part 

 with Destitute's head, which he had stuffed and 

 kept by him from the time when the hound no 

 longer led the pack in the field. A curious acci- 

 dent once happened to Beers when he was hunts- 

 man to the Grafton. Durino- a fast run he g^ot into 

 a pond, and one of the field jumping in after him 

 knocked him head over heels under water. Beers, 

 however, swam across and went on and killed 

 his fox. George Beers, Frank's father, was also 

 huntsman to the Grafton, and the story is told 

 that when the third Lord Southampton engaged 



