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known kind of dog, and the answer will be amazingly out 

 of the truth. The average dog fox does not weigh sixteen 

 pounds. Instead of comparing it with a smaller fox terrier 

 of about sixteen to eighteen pounds, the comparison will 

 much more often be to short-legged dogs of thirty to sixty 

 pounds. I suppose that is because the outstanding fur of the 

 fox stands for a good deal, and his brush for much more. 

 But in either case he is a triumph of nature, and no dog 

 that was ever bred of his weight can run with him, fight 

 with him, and, also, go to ground with him. Besides, it 

 takes a pack of hounds of probably fifteen couples, each 

 hound four times his own weight, to get on even terms 

 with him, although they have all the assistance of the 

 huntsman, the whippers-in, and the field, besides the 

 heartfelt shouts and view signals of all the farmers for 

 miles round. Every hand and every voice before and be- 

 hind is the enemy of the fox. All owe him a grudge of some 

 kind. To the Master he is a good sporting friend who has 

 always won the rubber up to now, and he must be paid for 

 that; to the huntsman he is a beast that has done his ut- 

 most to spoil a reputation, and he must be paid for that. To 

 the field he is either a bold fox that must be killed to grat- 

 ify hounds, or a coward that must be eaten for the sake of 

 his own species." 



Cubbing continued with fair scent right along for several 

 weeks, while "Governor," one of the young entry, distin- 

 guished himself on several occasions. On Tuesday, 23rd 

 October, after meeting at the kennels at seven o'clock with 

 quite a field out, composed of the Master, Mr. Bodine; Mrs. 

 Charlie Munn; Mrs. Frazier Harrison; Mrs. Valentine; 

 Ned and Miss Dougherty; Miss Barclay; Miss Bailey, of 

 Ardmore; Lem Altemus; Rowland Comly; Captain Barclay 

 McFadden; Miss Alex Dolan; Nelson Buckley and David 



