THE BRITISH RED FOX 



in my direction. I was on the skyline at the 

 time, so slid carefully down-hill for a few yards, 

 in order to secure a background. I watched 



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the fox, whose eyes were closed, through my 

 field glass, and he lay as if dead. Below me was 

 a scree bed, so I picked up a small stone and threw 



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