The life of a fox written by himself . frisks aboutlike an eel, so as we cant touch un at that I had no friend to say a good wordfor me I absconded, and when seen at a distancehave often been mistaken for a fox, and scared bythe cry of Tally-ho ! tally-ho ! and the houndsfollowing me. That they never caught me Isuppose may be attributed to my not havingthe foxs strong scent. Thy story is marvellous ; but I must doubt itstruth until I see thy mother. I fear that thou artlike other vain creatures, who, knowing their ownunworthiness, would fain connect themselves withthose who are i
The life of a fox written by himself . frisks aboutlike an eel, so as we cant touch un at that I had no friend to say a good wordfor me I absconded, and when seen at a distancehave often been mistaken for a fox, and scared bythe cry of Tally-ho ! tally-ho ! and the houndsfollowing me. That they never caught me Isuppose may be attributed to my not havingthe foxs strong scent. Thy story is marvellous ; but I must doubt itstruth until I see thy mother. I fear that thou artlike other vain creatures, who, knowing their ownunworthiness, would fain connect themselves withthose who are in any way excellent, but beware ofbetraying us. Ha ! is it so ? I am off. He is gone, and grins defiance ! This mongrelwill think nothing of destroying us by the dozen ;but he may suffer for it yet. And now, my friends, as we have heard themongrels account of himself, let us hear Cravensstory. Open thy lips and throw thy tongue freely ;tell us how many times thou hast beaten these vex-atious hounds, and be not chary of thy CRAVENS STORY ^ T is unnecessary toenter into the ordin-ary details of my lifeafter having heard ourfriend who invited ushere. Consequently my story will be ashort one. I was bornand bred in SavernakeForest, in the Craven Hunt, where my fatherand mother had been considered to be of someimportance, having often beaten a famous pack ofhounds in that country. To the best of my recol-lection, the first pack of hounds by which I washunted belonged to Mr. I. Ward; from them Ihad many narrow escapes, which I now, havingsince been hunted by other hounds, set down totheir immense size, for although they could anddid hunt me in an extraordinary manner, and CRAVENS STORY 55 pursued me closely in the flat country and in theforest, yet I found that I left them far behindwhen running over the flinty hills which separatethat country from Mr, Ashton Smiths. Theirsteady style of hunting made it difficult to shakethem off elsewhere. I once overheard a man remarkto
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