4 EVERYDAY ADVENTURES 
almost before my eyes she had melted into the land- 
scape. 
I stood like a stone until the cub had lain down 
once more. This time evidently he was watching 
me out of his wrinkled-up little eyes, for at my very 
first forward movement he got up, and with no 
appearance of haste turned around and disappeared 
down in the burrow. The watch-tower log was va- 
cant, although I have no doubt that the mother fox 
was watching me from some unseen spot. 
When I came to examine the den, I found that 
there were three burrows in a line, perhaps fifteen 
feet in length, with a hard-worn path leading from 
one to the other. The watch-log behind them was 
rubbed smooth and shiny, with reddish fox-hairs 
caught in every crevice. Near the three burrows 
was a tiny one, which I think was probably dug as 
an air-hole; while in front I found the feathers of a 
flicker, a purple grackle, and a chicken, besides the 
remains of the crow aforesaid. How any fox outside 
of the fable could beguile a crow is a puzzle to me. 
All of these burrows were in plain sight, and I hunted 
a long time to find the concealed one which is a part 
of the home of every well-regulated fox family. For 
a while I could find no trace of it. Finally I saw on 
the side of a stump one reddish hair that gave me a 
clue. Examining the stump carefully, I found that 
it was hollow and formed the entrance to the secret 
exit from the three main burrows. 
A week later I went again to look at the home of 
that fox family; but it was deserted by them and was 
