1893
Nov.12
(No 2)
Concord, Mass.
  At about 9 P.M. as we were sitting in the cabin with
the door open a Fox began barking on the meadow directly
across the river and apparently very near the water's edge.
Strangely enough it was the first time that I had ever
heard the sound but I have questioned so many people
about it that I recognized its author at once. There were 
about 8 barks in all, delivered in a regular series
with rather long pauses between the notes. The first two
were different from the rest and not unlike the cry of a
Night Heron Spelman thought. The next five were so very similar
to the bark of a small dog that I should not have
noticed them especially had I heard them near a house
or village. The last note was wholly different from any
sound that a dog even makes. Several of the hunters at
Umbagog have described this terminal cry as a "squall" and
I can think of no better term for it was much like the
small cry of an angry cat. There was something about the
whole series of cries or barks peculiarly spiteful and
defiant as if the animal were hurling across at us from
his stronghold on the lowly marsh a challenge of
hatred and scorn. There is a new earth on Ball's Hill
very near the cabin and the Fox which inhabits it
has been repeatedly seen by Bensen & Pat and once by me
this autumn. 
[margin]The bark of
the Fox[/margin]
  Red Squirrels are very numerous in my woods this
season. I had five in sight at once this morning
in the pines near the Glacial Hollow. They have probably
been attracted to this locality by the abundant crop of white
pine cones. We saw only one Gray Squirrel to-day.
[margin]Squirrels[/margin]