IN THE CATSKILLS 



as the fox-tracks were very thick on and about it, 

 we concluded that a couple of males had had an 

 encounter there, and a pretty sharp one. Reynard 

 goes a-wooing in February, and it is to be presumed 

 that, like other dogs, he is a jealous lover. A crow 

 had alighted and examined the blood-stains, and 

 now, if he will look a little farther along, upon a 

 flat rock he will find the flesh he was looking for. 

 Our hound's nose was so blunted now, speaking 

 without metaphor, that he would not look at another 

 trail, but hurried home to rest upon his laurels. 



