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in all probability, have lost our fox. What 

 would have caused us to have done so ? A mere 

 accident, for which no one would have been 

 to blame. And what, let me ask, enabled us 

 to obtain a more desirable result? Just 

 as accidental a circumstance. Honour? 

 Fudge! " 



*' At any rate," said Chancellor, " I heard 

 everybody praising what they called your 

 sagacity for discovering the fox in the tree." 



" It's the way with those fools of men," 

 replied Trimbush. " They often laud that 

 m us which deserves no praise whatever, and 

 pass by in silence some of our most remarkable 

 accomplishments. ' ' 



I felt that there was much truth in Trim- 

 bush's argument; and although a sly twinkle 

 in his eyes led me to suspect that he made 

 thus light of my information for a selfish 

 purpose, I lost a great deal of the vanity 

 which I hitherto had entertained from being 

 the agent of so fine a finish. 



" You chanced to remark yesterday," said 

 I, " that foxes constantly run down wind. 

 Why do they ? Is it to render the scent less 

 strong for us ? " 



" Certainly not," responded Trimbush. 



