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The bark 
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over 40 Tree Sparrows and two or three Juncos, the other 
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about 18 Juncos, 8 Fox Sparrows and 30 or 30 Tree Sparrows. 
We also saw a flock of 14 Fox Sparrows among pines. It 
was night and very dark when we reached the cabin. 
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 mould not have 
noticed them especially, had I heard them mar a house or 
village. The last note was wholly different from any 
sound that a dog ever 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 
snarl 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 lonely 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 reoeatedly 
seen by Bensen and Pat and once by me this autumn. 
