EVERYDAY ADVENTURES 



me, and my khaki clothes blended with the coloring 

 around me. 



As I watched them, another larger cub trotted 

 down the hill. The first cub suddenly yapped at him, 

 with a snarling little bark quite different from that 

 of a dog; but the other paid no attention, but 

 stalked sullenly into a burrow which for the first 

 time I noticed among the roots of a white-oak tree. 

 Back of the burrow lay a large chestnut log which 

 evidently served as a watch-tower for the fox family. 

 To this the mother fox went, and climbing up on top 

 of it, lay down, with her head on her paws and her 

 magnificent brush dangling down beside the log, and 

 went to sleep. 



The little cub that was left trotted to the entrance 

 of the burrow and for a while played by himself, like 

 a puppy or a kitten. First he snapped at some blades 

 of grass and chewed them up fiercely. Then, seeing a 

 leaf that had stuck in the wool on his back, he whirled 

 around and around, snapping at it with his little jaws. 

 Failing to catch it, he rolled over and over in the dirt 

 until he had brushed it off. Then he proceeded to 

 stalk the battered carcass of an old black crow that 

 lay in front of the burrow. Crouching and creeping 

 up on it inch by inch, he suddenly sprang and caught 

 that unsuspecting corpse and worried it ferociously, 

 with fierce little snarls. All the time his wrinkled-up, 

 funny little face was so comical that I nearly laughed 

 aloud every time he moved. At last he curled up in a 

 round ball, with his chin on his forepaws like his 

 mother. 



