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occasionally the dog would be a little rough and 

 the fox would dive down into its den, but it would 

 always appear again after the dog had apparently 

 promised to be more gentle. 



A SOLITARY FOX HUNT. 



Once when spending the summer in the neigh- 

 borhood of the White Mountains, I was sitting on 

 the shore of a wild little lake watching some great 

 northern divers with a little black fuzzy baby diver 

 disporting themselves in the water, when I heard 

 the voice of a hound away off in the distance. The 

 sound grew nearer and nearer, but long before the 

 dog approached my neighborhood there was a rus- 

 tle among the leaves near the shore of the little 

 lake and I saw 



THE SHREWD COUNTENANCE OF A FOX 



peering out, apparently more interested in the 

 northern divers than it was in the distant hound. 

 The voice of the hound sounding again much near- 

 er, however, reminded the fox of the necessity of 

 caution; it trotted along the bank opposite to a 

 place where a log was floating in the water, then 

 it turned and disappeared in the woods, made a 

 short loop and reappeared again at the same point 

 and without any hesitancy lightly sprang through 

 the air to the floating log. It then ran along the 

 log to where it approached a fallen tree which lay 

 half covered with water with the roots at one end 



