THE STORY OF FAUST AND MARGUERITE 201 



JIP WAS UPON HIM. 



Now Jip was about the same size as the fox and 

 the fight should not have been very unequal. They 

 clinched and made a ball of fur which rolled down 

 the hill-side, but when it separated into two parts, 

 one part was the triumphant Jip and the other a 

 dead fox. 



Last winter, in company with a schoolboy, a 

 scientist, and a sportsman, I took a run out to the 

 woods. A heavy snow storm followed our arrival 

 at camp ; the thermometer dropped as low as four- 

 teen below zero, so that, within a little over a hun- 

 dred miles from New York City, we were enjoy- 

 ing an Arctic- experience. We went to the woods 

 to study the tracks of animals as well as to wear 

 off the effects of too confining work indoors; we 

 were successful in both objects and had a week of 

 most 



EXHILARATING AND STRENUOUS FUN, 



but what I want to speak of here is the story told 

 by 



THE FOXES' TRACKS IN THE SNOW. 



After the storm had cleared up and the weather 

 moderated to zero, all the wood folks began to 

 venture out and write their adventures in the white 

 snow. We could see where the deer walked leis- 

 urely along the tote road dragging its feet through 

 the snow, moved on again, crossed the trout stream 

 on a bridge of a single fence rail, took a drink, 

 then, as other tracks told us, a man had ap- 



