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sudden thing at any time of day, but so early in 

 the morning, and when everything was wrapped in 

 silence and ocean fog, the double explosion was 

 f extremely startling. 



The fox jumped, as naturally he would. When, 



however, he turned deliberately around and looked 



; all over the end of the barn to see where I was fir- 



'^iing from, and stood there, until I shouted at him 



'(I say it was irritating. 



But I was glad, on going out later, to find that 

 neither charge of shot had hit the coop. The coop 

 .; was rather large, larger than the ordinary coop ; 

 , and taking that into account, and the thick, uncer- 

 tain condition of the atmosphere, I had not made 

 ? a bad shot after all. It was something not to have 

 killed the hen. 



But the fox had killed eleven of the chicks. One 



v out of the brood of twelve was left. The rascal had 



dug a hole under the wire ; and then, by waiting as 



JX they came out, or by frightening them out, had 



eaten them one by one. 



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There are guns and guns, and some, I know, that 

 shoot straight. But guns and dogs and a dense pop- 



tulation have not yet availed here against the fox. 

 One might think, however, when the dogs are 

 baying hard on the heels of a fox, that one's chickens 

 > would be safe enough for the moment from that par- 

 '. ticular fox. But there is no pack of hounds hunt- 

 . ing in these woods swift enough or keen enough to 



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