THE STORY OF THE FOX. 
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Accordingly, in good time the fox came to the top of the cliff and 
looked over. He then let himself down the face of the cliff by a movement 
between a leap and a slide, and landed on a shelf not quite a foot in width 
about ten feet down. 
The fox then disappeared in a hole above the shelf. On examination 
the shelf turned out to be the mouth of a wide fissure in the rock, into 
which the fox always escaped. 
ARCTIC FOX WITH MURRE’S EGG. 
But how was he to get out again? He might slide down ten feet, but 
he could never leap ten feet from a ten-inch shelf up the face of a per¬ 
pendicular rock. This impossibility caused me to make a search, and at 
length I discovered an easier entrance into the cave from the level ground. 
The fox was too wise to use that entrance when the hounds were be¬ 
hind him, so he was accustomed to cut short the scent by dropping down 
