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IN BERKSHIRE FIELDS 



he had been barking at some birds in a tree all 

 the time. A fox seems to have the same canine 

 trait. I was sitting once on the edge of a wood, 



A dash across the open by an air-line track 



reading. A fox came down wind amid the thin 

 birches of the forest fringe, not hearing or scenting 

 me, intent on some business of his own. Suddenly 

 he got the scent, raised his head, took one look, and 

 then pretended he hadn't seen me at all, but that 

 his trail led off at a side angle into the woods. He 

 followed it with exaggerated indifference. Coasting 



