The Family of Bob-White i o i 



down from the great wood in quest of warm 

 blood. This hunter did not shuffle as the old 

 raccoon had done, but his gait was a steady 

 trot. When the night wind stirred, bearing 

 the delicious fragrance of witch-hazel, one 

 might have noticed a musky, pungent odor 

 from the night prowler. It was Red-Fox, 

 the wise and the witty, and a much more suc- 

 cessful hunter than the old raccoon. 



He, too, got a scent of quail down in the 

 pasture and followed it eagerly. His step 

 was swift and sure and his nose was keen. 

 Swiftly like a dark shadow he advanced until 

 he located the sleeping quail under an old 

 brush fence. Then he crept forward foot by 

 foot until he was almost upon them, when 

 with a sudden spring he darted into their 

 midst. 



Again, there was the sudden whirr of many 

 wings and cries of fear and pain, mingled 

 with the rapid click, click, of the fox's jaws. 

 When the bevy was gone and Mr. Fox nosed 

 about under the fence he found He also had 

 bagged a pair of quail. 



