ON SURREY HILLS, 



in the evening, during times of leisure, I have 

 tramped over lonely places day after day, ay, and 

 week after week, in the right season, with only that 

 one object in view, and I have never seen it yet. 

 Some have been more fortunate, but it has been 

 when they were neither expecting nor searching for 

 it. It is the very uncertainty, I take it, that gives 

 such a charm to the quest. 



The general public know the fox as a very cunning 

 animal that lives in the woods, and is hunted in the 

 season. He certainly ranges the woods, but he will, 

 if he is allowed to do so, make his home close to a 

 roadside. A very practical roadside naturalist is 

 Reynard, and he is intimately acquainted with the 

 ways and means of living of all the creatures he 

 preys on that frequent roads, whether they be green 

 roads or rides, or the turnpike roads. On or from 

 the highroads I have had my very best views of 

 himself. Men go, many of them, far, in search of 

 what they never find, whilst it is all the time lying 

 close to their doors. 



In Surrey, Sussex, and also in parts of Kent, the 

 roads run through dry banks covered with the brush 

 tangle peculiar to such localities. Here rabbits 



