The Springfield box 



" Stone number three looks to me very much 

 like a fox curled up. ' ' 



But I could not see it, and we passed. We 

 had not gone many yards farther when the wind 

 blew on this bowlder as on fur. 



My friend said, "I am sure that is a fox, 

 lying asleep." 



"We'll soon settle that," I replied, and 

 turned back, but as soon as I had taken one 

 step from the road, up jumped Scarface, for it 

 was he, and ran. A fire had swept the middle 

 of the pasture, leaving a broad belt of black ; 

 over this he skurried till he came to the unburnt 

 yellow grass again, where he squatted down and 

 was lost to view. He had been watching us all 

 the time, and would not have moved had we 

 kept to the road. The wonderful part of this is, 

 not that he resembled the round stones and dry 

 grass, but that he knew he did, and was ready 

 to profit by it. 



We soon found that it was Scarface and his 

 wife Vixen that had made our woods their 

 home and our barnyard their base of supplies. 



Next morning a search in the pines showed 

 a great bank of earth that had been scratched 



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