. St. Nicholas [serial] . wn the foxonly as a shy and cunning animal, but this onehad shown another side. My attitude of friend-liness toward him seemed to be reciprocated, andI believe that with me he had lost the fear thatwas so evident in his relations with other was now certain that his den and familycould not be far away, so the next morning I ledthe dog to the placewhere I had metthe fox on the dayprevious. Almostbefore I had timeto remove the dogscollar, the fox ap-peared, not a hun-dred feet away. Ina moment the doghad sighted him,and away they wentto the south overthe old course
. St. Nicholas [serial] . wn the foxonly as a shy and cunning animal, but this onehad shown another side. My attitude of friend-liness toward him seemed to be reciprocated, andI believe that with me he had lost the fear thatwas so evident in his relations with other was now certain that his den and familycould not be far away, so the next morning I ledthe dog to the placewhere I had metthe fox on the dayprevious. Almostbefore I had timeto remove the dogscollar, the fox ap-peared, not a hun-dred feet away. Ina moment the doghad sighted him,and away they wentto the south overthe old course. Inow devoted mytime to a search forthe den, and with-in twenty minutesstumbled upon was strange thatI had not found itbefore,as I had beenwithin a few feet of A GOOD FIND. it several times. During the afternoon I laid plans for the fur-ther study of the old fox. The following morn-ing I led the dog to the former place of fox appeared just as on the previous day,and away they ran over the course of the. 1905.] PHOTOGRAPHING A WILD FOX. 723 morning before. With field-glass in hand, I The dog worked the trail for some time longer,followed until I reached a point on the side of but finally gave it up and went to the house,the ravine opposite the den, from which I com- By this time I thoroughly understood the action of the dog. Now I must watch for the the third day, as the fox and the dog startedas before, I carefully watched the place wherethe dog had lost the trail. Two hours later Isaw the fox, on his return trip, on the top of astone wall, at the place where the hound lostthe trail each time. The wall at this point wasso near the creek that the fox could jump fromthe wall to the bed of the creek. The bankswere low for some distance, and I could see himin the shallow water, making his way towardthe den. As the banks became higher he waslost to view, and I turned the glass upon thecreek, which was fully exposed near the a little while he passed
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