FOXES 



woods not far from me, accompanied by a large 

 St. Bernard, who seemed to be decidedly new to 

 the business of fox-hunting. The two crossed 

 over a little bridge together and climbed up the 

 path beyond among the pines. A little later the 

 hound's voice stopped abruptly to be superseded 

 by the shrill barking of a fox, and in another 

 minute both dogs came hurrying back with the 

 fox pursuing them. The latter stopped at the 

 top of the bank overlooking the bridge, while 

 the dogs crossed over, and then turned to look 

 back at him. They acted at first exactly as if 

 puzzled to know just what they ought to do about 

 it, and then the hound took up the track again 

 and started towards the fox, baying, while the fox 

 slipped back out of sight in the shadow. 



But in a few minutes the performance was re- 

 peated, the hound being driven back to where 

 his companion stood waiting. And then they 

 turned together and trotted away in an opposite 

 direction, leaving the fox victorious. He stood 



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