Outing . skin on the in-side of the ham—we came upon them inthe grass and snowberry cover by theroadside. It was three miles and a halffrom the corner where we started. Theywere all lying, some panting on their bel-lies, others prostrate at full length ontheir heaving sides. Beside Siss, the mother of more thanhalf the pack, lay the fox—she al-ways took formal possession of the kill—and he had died within six feet of abadger-hole haven. Doubtless in a vainattempt to get to earth, he had made hislast stand on the knoll, and been seizedas he slacked his pace to enter. Itproved a vixen, and as Ne
Outing . skin on the in-side of the ham—we came upon them inthe grass and snowberry cover by theroadside. It was three miles and a halffrom the corner where we started. Theywere all lying, some panting on their bel-lies, others prostrate at full length ontheir heaving sides. Beside Siss, the mother of more thanhalf the pack, lay the fox—she al-ways took formal possession of the kill—and he had died within six feet of abadger-hole haven. Doubtless in a vainattempt to get to earth, he had made hislast stand on the knoll, and been seizedas he slacked his pace to enter. Itproved a vixen, and as Ned held her upfor the usual shake and survey, I said,Poor little devil! His rejoinder was,A beauty! Not mauled a bit. But,man! Wasnt that a run! The next day was to be a wolf day,and we set out earlier than usual andheaded into a new part of the countrywhere it was rougher and wilder. Forthe first time on our present hunting tripthe sun shone brightly and picturesseemed assured. But they did not ma-. RUN ! YOU POOR LITTLE BEGGAR, RUN ! terialize. It was not Neds fault. Heplayed his last trump—-the ace—and wetraversed some of the finest coyote coun-try imaginable. We saw some mightygood-looking places for wolves to be,and even invaded a field where the own-er told us that his boy had shot a verylarge one from the plow the previousday; but we were unlucky and were un-able to start one. The only fox seenduring the day sneaked into a deep holeclose to our wagon, while the dogs werebusily chasing a jack-hare half a miledistant, so, barring the few sharp-tailgrouse that came to bag along the ra-vines, the day was rather barren of gameresults. My time was now up and reluctantlyI had to leave. But Ned maintains thatI must return when I can stay till Ibeat the weather-man, and get a wolfwith his back up; and though on the pasthunt I did not note any foxes thatshowed a disposition to get under thedog-wagon, nor many jacks that circledmuch in the vicinity of it, I think per-haps
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