Photographing a Wild Fox 113 



Meantime the sun had slowly climbed higher and 

 higher in the heavens until the days were spring-like 

 indeed. This sort of weather aroused the wild nature 

 of the domestic turkeys and they longed for the open 

 fields and woods. With many misgivings the farmer 

 at last opened their prison door one morning and 

 set them free. All day long they roamed the meadows, 

 and at night returned safely to roost in their old 

 places in the apple trees near the house, but later in 

 the evening there was evidence of some disturbance 

 among them. Old Sport, the hunting dog, joined in 

 with his deep toned voice, the vigorous tugging at his 

 chain telling of his eagerness to be free. So great was 

 the disturbance, that the farmer thought it best to 

 liberate the dog. Away he sped through the garden, 

 past the apple trees where the turkeys were roosting, 

 and on toward the swamp. The frequent hayings of 

 the hound indicated close proximity to game, but 

 after half an hour he coul^ no longer be heard. It 

 was evident that he was on the trail of a fox and 

 that the fox had led him on a "straightaway" far 

 ;,tQ the south. 



The- next morning Old Sport returned, very weary 

 „ from" his long chase, but wagging his tail. in silent 

 ^-welcome to the little family which had just, arrived 

 ,, to spend ,the spring and summer at the old farm. 



