Photographing a Wild Fox 1 
Meantime the sun had slowly climbed higher and 
higher in the heavens until the days were spring-like 
indeed. This sort of weather aroused the wild nature 
of the domestic turkeys and they longed for the open 
fields and woods. With many misgivings the farmer 
at last opened their prison door one morning and 
set them free. All day long they roamed the meadows, 
and at night returned safely to roost in their old 
places in the apple trees near the house, but later in 
the evening there was evidence of some disturbance 
among them. Old Sport, the hunting dog, joined in 
with his deep toned voice, the vigorous tugging at his 
chain telling of his eagerness to be free. So great was 
the disturbance, that the farmer thought it best to 
liberate the dog. Away he sped through the garden, 
past the apple trees where the turkeys were roosting, 
and on toward the swamp. ‘The frequent bayings of 
the hound indicated close proximity to game, but 
after half an hour he could no longer be heard. It 
was evident that he was on the trail of a fox and 
that the fox had led him on a “straightaway” far 
to the south. 
The next morning Old Sport returned, very weary 
from his long chase, but wagging his tail in silent 
welcome to the little family which had just arrived 
to spend the spring and summer at the old farm. 
