8o SPORTS AND ANECDOTES. 



I remember when laid up with my injured hip in a 

 town in Switzerland, named Yverdun, on the Lake of 

 Neufchatel, there was a sort of club for shooting foxes, 

 and on certain days when there was chasse au renard, 

 the chasseurs used to sally forth into the vineyards 

 under their leader, a certain Baron de Brackle, and 

 sit for hours on a sort of three-legged milking stool, 

 the legs of which could be doubled up, waiting till 

 three or four little - beagles, or dachtshunds, drove 

 the foxes past them. 



When one was killed, and I have known them to 

 kill as many as three or four on a good day, they used 

 to hang them over their shoulders with their brushes 

 almost dangling on the ground, and with the aforesaid 

 milking stools strapped across their shoulder, parade 

 them through the town. I twice brought home from 

 Germany and Switzerland a cub, both of which were 

 as tame as kittens. They both lived to a good age 

 and remained as tame as they were when first I 

 had them. 



They liked rats and mice beyond all else, and 

 they would eat grapes to any amount, but as Lincoln- 

 shire is not much of a grape country they did not get 

 many of them, except as a very great treat or on their 

 birthdays. However this shows that the fox and the 



