The life of a fox written by himself . ation, I have run away from them alto-gether, and am here to do you service by provingthe error of the arch enemy, in thinking it 96 THE LIFE OF A FOX absolutely necessary for his hounds to devour theanimal they have been hunting, that their ardour inthe chase may be increased. I have been sorelyhunted by them, my friends, and not until theyhad won the day, and run up to their object, didthey relax—not till then were they satisfied. Again I would ask, why should our enemy wishto slaughter us when seeking refuge in an earth, upto which his hounds have hunt
The life of a fox written by himself . ation, I have run away from them alto-gether, and am here to do you service by provingthe error of the arch enemy, in thinking it 96 THE LIFE OF A FOX absolutely necessary for his hounds to devour theanimal they have been hunting, that their ardour inthe chase may be increased. I have been sorelyhunted by them, my friends, and not until theyhad won the day, and run up to their object, didthey relax—not till then were they satisfied. Again I would ask, why should our enemy wishto slaughter us when seeking refuge in an earth, upto which his hounds have hunted ? seeing that thosehounds so plainly show their contentment withhaving succeeded, and done all that was requiredof them. All. Bravo! bravo! well said, thou boldDragoon ! Now, Berkshire, we pray thee tell us whetherthou dost like a royal neighbourhood ; whetherthou art safer, and whether thy treatment there ispreferable to our own. Tell us all that thou canst,as thou livest nearer to those parts than most ofus do. BEEKSHIRES STORY. N that score, my friends, I havenot much to boast of; but havingheard that the fair Queen hadtaken to herself a consortwho rejoiced in the chase, Iresolved to visit the royalforest. Soon I found thatfoxes here existed only in name. Some day inDecember I was lying in Windsor Forest aboutthree oclock in the afternoon, when I was disturbedby the voice of Sir J. Copes huntsman, Shirley,who was taking the hounds through the forest tofind a fox. Though so late, he was most persever-ing, and appeared determined to learn whether ornot within the purlieus of the forest there was a foxleft alive by the keepers. Seeing this, I lost notime ; but when stealing away was viewed by someof the hunters. The hounds soon followed me,and though it was a bad scenting day, I narrowly 98 THE LIFE OF A FOX escaped. I saw enough of them to convince methat they were not to be trifled with, and that atolerable scent would tax all my powers to beatthem. It was some years ago
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