1 1 6 Photographing a Wild Fox 



came over the fox. My perfect quietness seemed to 

 disturb him. His frequent change of position, the 

 occasional opening of his mouth, and other quick 

 nervous movements told very plainly of the strain he 

 was undergoing. 



During this time I had lowered the glass and was 

 gazing intently at him, and never for an instant did he 

 take his eyes from me. I was at a loss to know how 

 to proceed, for I very much desired a closer ac- 

 quaintance with this wonderful old fox, who had 

 matched his wit against that of man and of the trained 

 hound. He evidently had a similar inclination, for 

 he slowly raised himself, stood at full height for a 

 moment and then advanced probably fifty feet. 

 Here he stopped an instant as if to reassure himself 

 that he had made no mistake, and then trotted toward 

 me, a little to one side of a direct line, and came to 

 rest on a knoll above me about six rods away. 



Up to this time I had paid but little attention to his 

 specific characteristics, but now his position, as he 

 stood silhouetted against the sky, gave me an oppor- 

 tunity to study him in detail. There were the long 

 shapely legs, the bushy tail, the well-rounded body, 

 the delicately poised head and pointed nose, and 

 above the beautiful eyes were the ears inclined forward 

 as if to catch my very thoughts. Thus he stood for 



