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got out and taken home ; fortunately it was late 

 in the day. 



Another sportsman had been given fox cubs to 

 put down and made a pet of one. It came to his 

 whistle, poor little beast. 



When hounds came for the first time he basely 

 whistled to poor Panza or Sancho and saw him 

 chopped without a tremor. 



" They killed little Sancho but they wouldn't 

 eat him," was his only comment. 



Mr. Browning's man had a pet fox which he 

 called Micky, it used to feed with the terriers, 

 but Micky was the hero of many hunts. 



I don't know what the name was changed to 

 when in the spring Micky had a litter of cubs. 



Some of the claims which come in to the men 

 who keep their respective bits of countries are 

 curious things. 



In the western part one old lady declaiming 

 and protesting, swore that if justice was not 

 immediately done, she would pison and trap and 

 I know not what. 



" Bodies, the sorra a body for they whipped 

 those on her, but she had all the feathers that they 

 left an' they wrastlin' for their poor lives." 



She was paid twice for many chickens, the man 

 responsible glancing irritably at the feathers and 

 deciding that it was better to capitulate than risk 

 mischief. 



Mrs. Keane's house was, so to speak, "off the 



