1 1 6 Photographing a Wild Fox 



came over the fox. My perfect quietness seemed to 

 disturb him. His frequent change of position, the 

 occasional opening of his mouth, and other quick - 

 nervous movements told very plainly of the strain he 

 was undergoing. 



During this time I had lowered the glass and was 

 gazing intently at him, and never for an instant did he 

 take his eyes from me. I was at a loss to know how 

 to proceed, for I very much desired a closer ac- 

 quaintance with this wonderful old fox, who had 

 matched his wit against that of man and of the trained 

 hound. He evidently had a similar inclination, for 

 he slowly raised himself, stood at full height for a 

 moment and then advanced probably fifty feet. 

 Here he stopped an instant as if to reassure himself 

 that he had made no mistake, and then trotted toward 

 mcj a little to one side of a direct line, and came to 

 rest on a knoll above me about six rods away. 



Up to this time I had paid but little attention to his 

 specific characteristics, but now his position, as he 

 stood silhouetted against the sky, gave me an oppor- 

 tunity to study him in detail. There were the long 

 shapely legs, the bushy tail, the well-rounded body,' 

 the delicately poised head and pointed nose, and 

 above the beautiful eyes were the ears inclined forward 

 as if to catch my very thoughts. Thus he stood for 



