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from his position commanded a splendid view of 

 the other side of the Laxawaxen River, he saw a 

 fox chased by a hound, come trotting along the 

 trail amid the stones and big rocks of the mountain- 

 side. Like the Massachusetts fox this one ap- 

 peared to be in no hurry, seeming to have perfect 

 confidence in its own ability to get away from the 

 hound. Presently it hopped upon a stone about 

 the height of a man's waist, from there it jumped 

 to the slanting trunk of a chestnut tree which gave 

 it just sufficient foothold for another spring to 

 the top of a rock about eight feet high, landing 

 on the flat surface of this large stone it coolly 

 walked over to the edge and squatted in a posi- 

 tion to command a view of the trail. 



IT WAITED THERE FOR THE HOUND TO GO BY. 



The observer was expecting an important let- 

 ter, the mail train was late and he had ample 

 time to watch the fox and the hounds and the lat- 

 ter afforded plenty of entertainment to pass the 

 time away; apparently the fox enjoyed the hunt 

 as much as did the hound, for after the hound had 

 passed the rock the fox would jump down from its 

 perch and go through the same tactics again and 

 again to the utter bewilderment of the dog. It 

 never seemed to occur to the dog to look up or 

 about, or to use its eyes in the search, but it de- 

 pended entirely upon its nose to find the object of 

 its pursuit. 



