A May Fox 



nearly twenty minutes. Then they turned down 

 wind and the steam was all out of it. 



The best day I ever saw in May was at the 

 end of the first week in that month, about the 

 6th or 7th. There had been some showers ; 

 there was a snap of east in the wind, and, as it 

 often is in early May, it was very cold. Foxes 

 had been very troublesome in certain quarters, 

 so we were to have one more " last day " to try 

 to get hold of some of the delinquents. I 

 started at five o'clock, for I had an hour's ride 

 and hounds met at six. We were not long in find- 

 ing, and a very few minutes served to account 

 for an old and very fat dog fox — doubtless the 

 delinquent we came to look after. Hounds 

 soon found again, for we were in a country that 

 was full of foxes and after an hour's bustling 

 about the woods without very much exciting 

 incident, they got hold of number two. Then 

 came a lot of running with no very great scent, 

 and frequent changes of foxes, the sort of sport 

 one would have expected three months later. 

 At last after a good deal of time was spent in 

 this manner, a fox was marked to ground in a 



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