NATURAL HISTORY OF SOUTH AFRICA 
This tame fox was horribly afraid of strange dogs, 
and the sight of one sent it into an extremity of fear, 
and at such times it would dash madly away, making 
for the nearest cover, and once it obtained sanctuary 
nothing could induce it to show itself for hours 
afterwards. One day my friend was walking along 
a country road with his foxy chum trotting behind 
him when, from a neighbouring Kafir kraal, a mon- 
grel dog dashed out. The fox made off full speed 
in the opposite direction, and was lost to view in a 
dense belt of thorny bushes. For hours its owner 
sought for it, ever and anon calling its name and 
clapping his hands, which was the signal it had been 
taught to respond to. The following day the entire 
bush was searched, but no trace of the fox could be 
obtained. On the morning of the third day my 
friend was gratified, on going out of his room, to 
find his chum, the fox, out in the yard. When it 
saw its master it was wild with delight. With age 
it became more confident, and used to make long 
excursions alone over the veld in search of insects 
and other small forms of life,and one day it wandered 
farther than usual and was suddenly confronted by 
a man with a gun who, mistaking it for a wild fox, 
shot and killed it. About a week later my friend 
happened to call at the farm of the man who shot 
the fox, and in the course of conversation he went 
on to relate how he had shot a wonderful fox-like 
animal out on the veld, and proudly produced the 
skin. My friend recognised it as the skin of his 
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