. Wild animals I have known : and 200 drawings . p *W^gj yflfe 1^ ^^^J^ **pjf%£j&r the tifde OTUS picked his Bones e-oh! The Springfield Fox Your nose is before your eyes, then trust itfirst. A fool runs down the wind. Running rills cure many ills. Never take the open if you can keep thecover. Never leave a straight trail if a crooked onewill do. If its strange, its hostile. Dust and water burn the scent. Never hunt mice in a rabbit-woods, or rab-bits in a hen yard. Keep off the grass. Inklings of the meanings of these were al-ready entering the little ones minds—thus, Never follow what you ca
. Wild animals I have known : and 200 drawings . p *W^gj yflfe 1^ ^^^J^ **pjf%£j&r the tifde OTUS picked his Bones e-oh! The Springfield Fox Your nose is before your eyes, then trust itfirst. A fool runs down the wind. Running rills cure many ills. Never take the open if you can keep thecover. Never leave a straight trail if a crooked onewill do. If its strange, its hostile. Dust and water burn the scent. Never hunt mice in a rabbit-woods, or rab-bits in a hen yard. Keep off the grass. Inklings of the meanings of these were al-ready entering the little ones minds—thus, Never follow what you cant smell, was wise,they could see, because if you cant smell it,then the wind is so that it must smell you. One by one they learned the birds and beastsof their home woods, and then as they were ableto go abroad with their parents they learnednew animals. They were beginning to thinkthey knew the scent of everything that one night the mother took them to a fieldwhere was a strange black flat thing on the 207 The Springfield Fox. ground. She brought them on purpose tosmell it, but at the first whiff their every hairstood on end, they trembled, they knew notwhy—it seemed to tingle through their bloodand fill them with instinctive hate and when she saw its full effect she told them—That is man-scent. Ill Meanwhile the hens continued to had not betrayed the den of cubs. Indeed,1 thought a good deal more of the little rascalsthan I did of the hens ; but uncle was dread-fully wrought up and made most disparagingremarks about my woodcraft. To please himI one day took the hound across to the woodsand seating myself on a stump on the open hill-side, I bade the dog go on. Within three min-utes he sang out in the tongue all hunters knowso well, • Fox ! fox ! fox ! straight away downthe valley. After awhile I heard them coming 1 saw the fox—Scarface—loping lightlyacross the river-bottom to the stream. In he 208 The Springfield Fox went
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