DELALANDE’S FOX 
had one of these foxes which he captured out on 
the karoo at Prieska. It was one of a litter of five 
which he caused to be dug out of a deserted hole 
of an Aard Vark. At the time my friend possessed 
a cat which had recently given birth to some kittens. 
He drowned thelatter, and after the bereaved mother 
cat had been allowed to pine for her kittens for a 
day, he diplomatically introduced the little help- 
less fox puppy to her, and to his delight she imme- 
diately adopted and suckled it as if it had been her 
own kitten. It soon grew strong and became ex- 
tremely playful, and it was indeed a pleasing sight 
to see the graceful little creature romping around, 
racing off full speed, doubling rapidly round a bush, 
dashing back, tumbling, rolling and springing into 
the air in a very abandonment of light-heartedness. 
There was an old rooster which stalked around in 
a lordly sort of way. The fox teased him most 
unmercifully. Secreting itself, it would suddenly 
bound out and make pretence of springing on the 
old cock, and in a variety of other ways giving 
shocks to the poor old fellow’s nervous system, so 
that in time he got that he was almost afraid of his 
own shadow. The fox never attempted to injure 
any of the poultry. It could not be trusted, how- 
ever, when young chickens were about, and when 
an opportunity occurred it would snap one up and 
steal off quietly and furtively into cover, eat up the 
dainty morsel, and come out looking unconcerned 
and innocent. 
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