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mind every body’s business but their own — and who take 
an especial fancy to vex quiet people, particularly Anglers 
— followed, after some time, in the wake of the old gen- 
tleman, to watch his motions, as he said. At last he found 
him, seated on his favourite rock, close by the water’s 
edge, with his rod stuck in the bank, resting between his 
knees. The frog, tired of playing in the water, had 
crawled out — and prevented by the line from going fur- 
ther, was sitting very gravely alongside of the “Honest 
Angler” — who was fast asleep! — dreaming, no doubt, of 
“monstrous fine bites.” 
I have seen a pencil sketch of “the pair;” it is graphic 
and amusing — 
“ Oh! the jolly Angler’s life, 
It is the best of any.” Walton. 
B. 
Cincinnati , June 8th, 1833. 
CURIOUS CONTEST BETWEEN A FERRET AND 
A POLECAT. 
It was a fine afternoon in autumn, when I took my 
fowling-piece, slung a couple of shooting-bags at my back, 
put a well sized buck ferret in one of them, and hastened to 
an extensive wood, amidst the high mountains of Wales, 
which was well stocked with rabbit-burrows. 
This to me is a species of sport in which I delight. My 
little industrious ferret was neither expensive nor trouble- 
some to keep, and none of my dogs were surer of finding 
their game than he. 
I entered upon my ground with the utmost caution, lest 
those rabbits which are already out of their burrows should 
be too soon frightened into them; for when this is the case 
it is hard to make them bolt, and they will suffer them- 
selves to be gnawed by the ferret before they will quit 
their hiding places. . 
Arriving on my ground, I hid myself, and waited until 
I saw two or three rabbits go of their own accord into one 
burrow. I then, with the least possible noise, got to the 
spot, and let the ferret in unmuzzled. 
This is not a usual method, for muzzling is generally 
preferred. But I found that when the rabbit refuses to 
bolt, and has taken refuge at the further end of his burrow, 
the ferret will remain in, scraping the fur off his back with 
his paws, and after he has exhausted his strength in so 
doing, will lay down to restand sometimes sleep. On the 
other hand, when unmuzzled, he forces the prey out by 
fastening on its neck, or stern. 
It had not been long in when a rabbit bolted. I shot 
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him, and before I had time to seize my prey, another 
popped out a few yards off. A shot from the left-hand 
barrel secured him. And thus I continued until I had 
bagged two couple. 
I now sat down for awhile to enjoy the beauteous 
scenery about me, and to gaze upon the splendour of the 
lofty mountains on the opposite side of a small valley 
which separated me from them. My ferret was ; as I had 
imagined, safely tied up in his bag not far from my side. 
But the busy rogue had made his way out, and I just had 
a glimpse of his tail, as he entered a fresh burrow. 
Before I could recover him, he had disappeared; I waited 
some time in the hope of seeing a rabbit — none appearing, 
I concluded my little slave had slept in the burrow. I 
stamped on the ground, hallooed in the holes to disturb 
him, but in vain; at length I applied my ear to listen. 
After remaining some time in this position, I heard a 
faint noise. It resembled the squeak of a ferret. I was all 
astonishment; and could not account for it. I listened 
again — the noise grew louder — and as if coming from 
more than one animal. Presently, I observed the ferret’s 
tail, and soon after saw that he was struggling hard to 
bring something out of the burrow. 
I thought it was a rabbit. The ferret continued dragging 
his prize to the mouth of the hole; when to my astonish- 
ment, I found him closely interlocked with a male pole- 
cat; they had fastened like bull-dogs on each other’s 
necks. 
The polecat, when he saw me, did not quit his hold, but 
redoubled his efforts, and dragged the ferret back into the 
earth, and the squeaking was resumed. 
I now feared for the ferret’s life, but soon observed him 
again bringing his opponent to the mouth of the hole. I 
drew back, hoping he might be brought out for me to take, 
or shoot. The reverse, however, happened; the polecat 
again rallied, kept his hold fast, and the belligerent par- 
ties once more disappeared. 
I neither saw nor heard any thing of them for some 
time, and again feared for my little champion’s life. But 
a third time I saw him lugging out his adversary with in- 
creased vigour. He brought him to the mouth of the hole; 
a desperate struggle ensued, — and just as I expected to see 
the polecat defeated, the ferret, quite exhausted, relin- 
quished the combat, and came hopping towards me, con- 
siderably mangled about the throat; his enemy did not 
dare to follow him, but stood deliberately snuffing up the 
air, at the mouth of his burrow. I took aim at him, and, 
strange to tell, my gun missed fire at least four or five 
times, when the litile hero, turning quickly round, escaped 
into the earth; foiling both auxiliaries, my ferret and my 
gun. 
I attribute the defeat of the ferret to the inevitable loss 
