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show that a fox will lie still till he is actually poked 

 up, till he is "stirred up with a long pole." We 

 all know the saying, " Stir him up, Jack, with a 

 long pole," and in this case it was successful. 



So many accidents happen to the poor fox that it 

 is impossible to name what kind of scrawls he may 

 get into, but I will name two which came under 

 my own eye and observation about the year 1824, 

 when quite a little chap at my first school, and home 

 for the holidays, and out with my father on my 

 pony to what is called see the hounds, in the time 

 when old George Slack was huntsman to the 

 Cottesmore. 



A fox was found in either Castle Dykes or Newall. 

 He ran very badly and was very lame, and in about 

 ten minutes was run into crossing the Stanford and 

 Holy well road, when, to the surprise of all beholders, 

 he had only one reliable foot to go upon, his two 

 fore-pads and one of his hind ones had a snare on, 

 which was imbedded in the flesh. I remember well 

 one was in a much more inflamed, or I may term it 

 festering, state, than the two others, which were nearly 

 covered, and seemed to be partially healed and fairly 

 sound over the snares. The mystery is how did he 

 get three of his pads into the snares, and having got 



