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It with Rabbits, slaughtering them by night, 

 when his rivals, Mirate and Flambard, are 

 resting from their labours. 



The fur from which the Fox's stomach 

 can derive no benefit has its votaries. In 

 the natural state, as it grows on the skins 

 which provide the hat-maker with felt, it 

 suits the Moth; unsuccessfully worked by 

 the carnivore's Intestine and seasoned with 

 faecal matter, it delights the Beaded Trox. 

 There are all sorts of tastes in this world, so 

 that nothing may be lost. The menagerie 

 under the wire-gauze dome, when supplied 

 with the requisite diet of Rabbit's fur pickled 

 by an attempt at digestion, fares very well. 



Moreover, the food is collected without 

 difficulty. The Fox is only too common in 

 my neighbourhood. I can easily find his 

 furry excreta on the tangled paths which he 

 frequents at night when going his round of 

 the farms. My Trox-beetles have plenty to 

 eat. 



Not endowed with a nomadic tempera- 

 ment and abundantly provided for, they 

 seem very well satisfied with the arrange- 

 ments made on their behalf. By day, they 

 remain on the heaj) of victuals; feeding at 

 leisure, without moving. If I approach the 

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