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For perhaps half a minute later there was a confused and 
animated struggle difficult to trace, during which the Cat 
seemed to roll over^with the Squirrel sometimes uppermost and 
fighting as best he could for life. I t was soon over, when 
the 6at rose to her feet and trotted off into the woods, 
holding the § quirrel in her mouth and carrying her head high 
and proudly. As far as I could make out, the Squirrel was 
then quite dead but his firm, bushy tail was kept waving to 
and fro, either by the Cat’s movement or by wind. Why he had 
failed to notice her before entering the field is difficult 
to underwtand. 
Foxes have been scarce or wanting in our neighborhood 
for several years past. I doubt if any live there permanently 
now as I have found no occupied "earth" of late, while trails 
have often been wholly wanting after snowfalls. Nevertheless 
the animals continue to visit us at infrequent intervals. I 
noted two this spring. The first was met with in Birch Field 
in mid-afternoon of April 19, a clear, warm day. I was 
walking quietly along a cart path near the spring when slight 
rustling sounds in dense brush to the right attracted my 
attention and brought me to a stand-still. A moment later I 
saw a very large Fox, within 20 yards, stealing off at a slow, 
gliding trot with head and brush held low. He looked as black 
as a black Cat but this I attributed to first to the dense 
shade cast by some young pines; until, at length, he showed 
h&is fine bushy tail rather distinctl for an instant in a 
comparatively open space when I saw that it, at least, was 
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