PYTCHLY'S STORY 



— "'^" ECOLLECT thatwhen 

 the pace is good it 

 ; cannot last long, and 

 so with my story, for 

 I I remember but little 

 " of my very early days. 

 I have had the good 

 luck to escape from 

 several packs of hounds which have hunted my 

 country, and am now arrived at a venerable age ; 

 indeed, so far advanced in my teens that I began 

 to beheve myself to be the oldest fox in the 

 country, until I saw one who is fastened up by a 

 chain in the back -yard of the Peacock Inn, at 

 Kettering. Having been there ever since he was a 

 cub, he is known to be eighteen years old, and he 

 is now full one -fourth shorter than when in his 

 prime of life. It is not Ukely that foxes often attain 

 to such an age, as before that they become infirm ; 



