A May Fox 



plaint to the Master of a well-known pack of 

 hounds that a fox was in the habit of coming 

 regularly amongst his sheep and worrying quite 

 big lambs. The Master was, of course, incredu- 

 lous, but told the gentleman that such a fox 

 was no good to anyone, and that he had better 

 set his shepherd or keeper to look out for him 

 and shoot him. One morning in May, the 

 shepherd saw the fox at work in the half light 

 of early dawn. He fired at him and thought he 

 hit him, though he went away gallantly enough. 

 The shepherd galloped off to the kennels, where 

 they fortunately still had some horses in con- 

 dition, and in a very short time hounds were on 

 the spot. They took up the line at once, and soon 

 began to run hard. But all the time there was 

 something about it the Master, who hunted his 

 own hounds, did not like. However, hounds 

 ran on for some four miles and ran straight to a 

 farm-yard and to the cow-house door. On look- 

 ing into the cow-house they found a sheep-dog 

 dying. He had been wounded, and, of course, 

 was the " fox." It is an interesting incident, 

 as showing that when a sheep-dog does kill 



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