6 Ways of Wood Folk. 



wrapped in his own thoughts apparently, the same 

 deep wrinkles over his eyes. He played a trick or 

 two on a brook, down between the ponds, by jumping 

 about on a lot of stones from which the snow had 

 melted, without wetting his feet (which he dislikes), 

 and without leaving a track anywhere. While the 

 dogs are puzzling that out, he has plenty of time to 

 plan more devices on his way to the big hill, with its 

 brook, and old walls, and rail fences, and dry places 

 under the pines, and twenty other helps to an active 

 brain. 



First he will run round the hill half a dozen times, 

 crisscrossing his trail. That of itself will drive the 

 young dogs crazy. Then along the top rail of a 

 fence, and a long jump into the junipers, which hold 

 no scent, and another jump to the wall where there is 

 no snow, and then — 



" Oh, plenty of time, no hurry ! " he says to himself, 

 turning to listen a moment. " That dos: with the bisf 

 voice must be old Roby. He thinks he knows all 

 about foxes, just because he broke his leg last year, 

 trying to walk a sheep-fence where I 'd been. I '11 

 give him another chance ; and oh, yes ! I '11 creep up 

 the other side of the hill, and curl up on a warm rock 

 on the tiptop, and watch them all break their heads 

 over the crisscross, and have a good nap or two, and 

 think of more tricks." 



