114 Photographing a Wild Fox 
The subject of the foxes and their depredations soon 
became an all-absorbing topic, and the spirit of the 
discussion was thoroughly entered into by those of 
us who were called visitors. We had longed for the 
wholesome country life and sports, and the foxes 
promised to furnish just the right tonic for tired heads 
and overworked nerves. 
The second night after our arrival the foxes again 
came close to the house, barking and causing signs of 
alarm among the turkeys. The next morning was 
clear and bright, the balmy air gave a sense of new 
life, and the fields and woods, tinged with that deli- 
cate green so characteristic of the latter part of May, 
invited us thither. As soon as the dew was off the 
grass we took Old Sport and started for the maple 
grove. We had not gone far before the dog was off 
on a fresh scent, which led him along a range of hills 
on the west side of a valley, extending to the south 
for about two and a half miles. It was not until the 
middle of the afternoon that he returned. 
The disappearance of the fowls and the frequent 
hunts of Old Sport continued for about a week, but 
during this time we had seen a fox only twice. How- 
ever, we were satisfied with only a small beginning. 
As our study continued, longer tramps were neces- 
sary, with cold lunches or with none at all, and I soon 
