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Fes., 1912. MaAmMats oF ILLINOIS AND WIsconsiIn— Cory. 311 
along at the edge of a pine grove: When he passed behind a thick 
clump I ran forward a little way and stopped, watching an opening 
among the trees where I felt pretty certain he would show himself again. 
Sure enough in a few minutes he appeared and trotted out across the 
meadows. He was at least one hundred and fifty yards away and 
going from me, but the air was still and I squeaked like a meadow mouse, 
hoping that perhaps his big ears might catch the sound even at that 
distance, though the sharpest human ears could scarcely have heard so 
faint a noise at a tenth part of the distance. Yet the fox heard it and 
stopped instantly, and turning came leaping lightly over the hassocks 
in my direction. Every few rods he stopped, cocking his ears above the 
sere meadow-grass to listen; then I would squeak a little lower each 
time, and instantly catching the direction of the sound, he would come 
trotting towards me, using greater caution than at first, and keeping 
under cover of the hassocks as if to avoid frightening his game. When 
he got within fifty yards there were no more hassocks or bunches of 
grass for concealment, only the smooth sheep-trimmed sod where I 
crouched in plain sight, with my back to what little sun shone through 
the flecked and mottled clouds that covered the sky. He looked at 
me sharply as if distrusting something, and if I had moved either 
my head or hand a fraction of an inch he. would have been off like an 
arrow to the woods. But I held myself perfectly motionless, and when 
the expression of his shrewd, gray face and the set of his ears showed 
that his suspicions were subsiding, I squeaked once more, very faintly, 
calling him at last almost up tome. But now he saw there was certainly 
something wrong, and that I was neither a rock or stump or even an old 
scarecrow, so to make sure he circled round to get the wind of me, 
trusting more to his nostrils than to his eyesight. He was a large male, 
gray about the face and cheeks and perfectly black on his legs and the 
backs of his ears. His tail was a superb white-tipped brush, well 
grizzled with black. When I spoke to him he sprang into the air and 
went bounding away to the woods, then stopped and looked back at 
me for a few seconds before disappearing among the trees ” (I. ¢., p. 271). 
Young Foxes are easily tamed and make interesting pets, but my 
experience has been that they are not affectionate and always more or 
less treacherous. 
Specimens examined from Illinois and Wisconsin: 
Illinois — Joliet, 1. 
‘Wisconsin — (M. P. M.) Kelly Brook, Oconto Co., 5; (O. C.) Mercer, 
Iron Co. (skulls) 2; Bayfield Co. (skull), 1; Ashland Co. (skull), 1; 
Langlade Co. (skull), 2; Dunn Co. (skulls), 3; (S. C.) Beaver Dam, 
Dodge Co., 1; Cambria, 1= 16. 
