116 Photographing a Wild Fox 
came over the fox. My perfect quietness seemed to 
disturb him. His frequent change of position, the 
occasional opening of his mouth, and other quick 
nervous movements told very plainly of the strain he 
was undergoing. 
During this time I had lowered the glass and was 
gazing intently at him, and never for an instant did he 
take his eyes from me. I was at a loss to know how 
to proceed, for I very much desired a closer ac- 
quaintance with this wonderful old fox, who had 
matched his wit against that of man and of the trained 
hound. He evidently had a similar inclination, for 
he slowly raised himself, stood at full height for a 
moment and then advanced probably fifty feet. 
Here he stopped an instant as if to reassure himself 
that he had made no mistake, and then trotted toward 
me, a little to one side of a direct line, and came to 
rest on a knoll above me about six rods away. 
Up to this time I had paid but little attention to his 
specific characteristics, but now his position, as he 
stood silhouetted against the sky, gave me an oppor- 
tunity to study him in detail. There were the long 
shapely legs, the bushy tail, the well-rounded body, 
the delicately poised head and pointed nose, and 
above the beautiful eyes were the ears inclined forward 
as if to catch my very thoughts. Thus he stood for 
