The life of a fox written by himself . y time beaten some pack of repute. It was a fine moonlight night, in the middle ofsummer, when ten of my guests, besides an inter-loper, a stranger to us all, arrived at the placeappointed, beneath an old oak tree in the NewForest. For the foundation of my feast, nothing couldbe better than the bill of fare projected by thehospitable hunter ; but as I kneAv that my friendswould prefer everything au naturel, I dispensedwith the services of M, Soyer, and merely added,for the sake of variety, some fine rats and mice, aprofusion of beetles, and a bird or two
The life of a fox written by himself . y time beaten some pack of repute. It was a fine moonlight night, in the middle ofsummer, when ten of my guests, besides an inter-loper, a stranger to us all, arrived at the placeappointed, beneath an old oak tree in the NewForest. For the foundation of my feast, nothing couldbe better than the bill of fare projected by thehospitable hunter ; but as I kneAv that my friendswould prefer everything au naturel, I dispensedwith the services of M, Soyer, and merely added,for the sake of variety, some fine rats and mice, aprofusion of beetles, and a bird or two for the fewwhose taste might be depraved enough to choosethem. Our repast being over, it was agreed, thatfor our mutual instruction and entertainment, eachin his turn should with scrupulous fidelity relate bywhat arts and stratagems, or by what effort ofstrength and courage, he had eluded and baffledthose ruthless disturbers of our repose, the hunts-man and his hounds. I was first called on to tellthe story of my life, and thus .->
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