Photographing a Wild Fox 1 2 1 



dog with almost human intelligence. As the dog be- 

 came more and more bewildered, he gave vent to his 

 disappointment at intervals in long-drawn howls, until, 

 uttering one prolonged howl, he gave up the struggle, 

 returning to the house by the way of the west side of 

 the valley, passing near my place of concealment. 



Thereupon the fox became quiet, resting in a posi- 

 tion half concealed by a stump, where he could watch 

 every movement of the dog. After the dog had 

 passed, the fox sat up on his haunches and watched 

 him until he was out of sight, when almost instantly 

 the fox turned and disappeared among the low bushes 

 which skirted the maple grove. 



The performance was repeated almost to the letter 

 on the following day. The situation was now per- 

 fectly clear to me. The fox was on guard at the 

 head of the valley, ready to lead the dog away, and 

 after completely fooling him, returned by way of 

 the creek to his vantage-point at the upper end of 

 the valley in the stump lot. 



It was now time to attempt to photograph the 

 fox; his acquaintance had been carefully cultivated, 

 his method of deceiving the old hound studied, and 

 his appetite satisfied with many a fat chicken. Know- 

 ing something of his resting places at the head of the 

 ravine, where he watched the hound in the valley 



