FOXES 



and dying out in a kind of snarling wail, with 

 a weird menacing inflection towards the end, 

 which for the moment scared me beyond any 

 experience I had ever had. And it was getting 

 dark, too, on the east side of the hill, and I had 

 always been a little too fond of reading popular 

 natural history to feel perfectly at ease under 

 the circumstances, so I started for home, but 

 failed to leave that horrible creature behind as 

 I had hoped, for it still skulked along beside 

 me, and its yell rose at regular intervals on the 

 still air, sometimes almost in front. 



It was lighter in the more open timber on 

 top of the hill, and here for the first time I 

 obtained a sight of the enemy, following within 

 half a gunshot. I was a good deal relieved to 

 see that it was smaller than its voice had led 

 me to anticipate. So I fired another arrow at 

 it and ran back, causing it to retreat again to 

 the cover of the young growth. But I was not 

 to get rid of it so easily, for when I turned back 



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