1 14 Photographing a Wild Fox 



The subject of the foxes and their depredations soon 

 became an all-absorbing topic, and the spirit of the 

 discussion was thoroughly entered into by those of 

 us who were called visitors. We had longed for the 

 wholesome country life and sports, and the foxes 

 promised to furnish just the right tonic for tired heads 

 and overworked nerves. 



The second night after our arrival the foxes again 

 came close to the house, barking and causing signs of 

 alarm among the turkeys. The next morning was 

 clear and bright, the balmy air gave a sense of new 

 life, and the fields and woods, tinged with that deli- 

 cate green so characteristic of the latter part of May, 

 invited us thither. As soon as the dew was off the 

 grass we took Old Sport and started for the maple 

 grove. We had not gone far before the dog was off 

 on a fresh scent, which led him along. a range of hills 

 on the west side of a valley, extending to the south 

 for about two and a half miles. It was not until the 

 middle of the afternoon that he returned. 



The disappearance of the fowls and the frequent 

 hunts of Old Sport continued for about a week, but 

 during this time we had seen a fox only twice. How- 

 ever, we were satisfied with only a small beginning. 

 As our study continued, longer tramps were neces- 

 sary, with cold lunches or with none at all, and I soon 



