The life of a fox written by himself . hiddenuntil I had partly recovered from my fears, andnot hearing the noise of hounds, had crept intosome thick bushes, where I lay quiet, when to myhorror I again heard the halloo of the huntsman,who seemed to be taking the hounds round thewood, with now and then the tongue of a singlehound ; then, all on a sudden the deep voice ofSawyer, the whipper-in, calling, Tally-ho ! there hegoes ; tis a mangy cub ! In a minute every houndwas after him, and in full cry for a quarter of anhour ; suddenly the noise ceased, and the fatalhalloo, Whoop! was often repeat
The life of a fox written by himself . hiddenuntil I had partly recovered from my fears, andnot hearing the noise of hounds, had crept intosome thick bushes, where I lay quiet, when to myhorror I again heard the halloo of the huntsman,who seemed to be taking the hounds round thewood, with now and then the tongue of a singlehound ; then, all on a sudden the deep voice ofSawyer, the whipper-in, calling, Tally-ho ! there hegoes ; tis a mangy cub ! In a minute every houndwas after him, and in full cry for a quarter of anhour ; suddenly the noise ceased, and the fatalhalloo, Whoop! was often repeated by the menwith Tear him, boys ; whoop ! whoop ! Andthat was the end of my poor, mangy brother. Theythen, not having seen any other of us for sometime, thought we were gone to ground, and wentaway. Happy was I to hear that horn, which hadbefore caused me such terror, calling away thehounds, that, to judge from their loud breathing asthey passed near me, were not loath to go, for itwas nearly ten oclock, and the heat most ?J -s WILYS STORY 19 They were mistaken in thinking we were all goneaway, although my brother and sisters had takenadvantage of the hounds running in the open, andhad gone across to the gorse-covert, from which myunfortunate brother just killed had often, in con-sequence of his mangy state, been driven by ourmother. Again we had to thank that mother forour safety, for at the time when we were all nearlydead with toil and alarm, it seems she took anopportunity of running across the wood in front ofthe hounds, which soon got on her scent, andfollowed her as she led them away for some milesout of the covert. The huntsman then, convincedthat they had got on an old fox, as soon as the mencould stop the hounds, immediately brought themback to the covert where they had left us, hopingto kill one of us young ones. It was not till some time after this memorableday that we ventured to take up our quarters inthe wood again. Our mother thought it right totak
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