CHAPTER II 



ALONG THE HIGHWAY OF THE FOX 



ITH only half a chance 

 our smaller wild animals 

 the fox, the mink, the 

 'coon, the 'possum, the 

 rabbit would thrive 

 and be happy forever on . 

 the very edges of the|\ 

 > towns and cities. Instead of a hindrance, houses; 

 and farms, roads and railways are a help to the? 

 Iwild animals, affording them food and shelter as 

 their natural conditions never could. So, at least, 

 it seems; for here on Mullein Hill, hardly twenty j 

 miles from the heart of Boston, there are more wildj 

 animals than I know what to do with just as iff 

 the city of Boston were a big skunk farm or fox\ / 

 jfarm, from which the countryside all around (par-!' 

 Jticularly my countryside) were being continually! 

 [restocked. 



But then, if I seem to have more foxes than a' 

 [man of chickens needs to have, it is no wonder, liv- 

 ing as I do on a main traveled road in Foxland, ai 

 road that begins off in the granite ledges this sidej 

 of Boston, no one knows where, and, branching,! 





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