The Spring field Fox 



head lest I should catch his eye by moving^ 

 until he went on out of sight in the thick cover 

 at the bottom. As soon as he was hidden I 

 bobbed down and ran to head him off where 

 he should leave the cover on the other side, and 

 was there in good time awaiting, but no fox 

 came forth. A careful look showed the fresh 

 track of a fox that had bounded from the cover, 

 and following it with my eye I saw old Scar- 

 face himself far out of range behind me, sitting 

 on his haunches and grinning as though much 

 amused. 



A study of the trail made all clear. He had 

 seen me at the moment I saw him, but he, also 

 like a true hunter, had concealed the fact, put- 

 ting on an air of unconcern till out of sight, 

 when he had run for his life around behind me 

 and amused himself by watching my stillborn 

 trick. 



In the springtime I had yet another instance 

 of Scarface's cunning. I was walking with 

 a friend along the road over the high pasture. 

 We passed within thirty feet of a ridge on which 

 were several gray and brown bowlders. When 

 at the nearest point my friend said : 



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