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THE FOX'S STORY.
TELL you a story, little chap?
Well, what do you suppose an old
fellow like grandfather can tell to
please you and Bushy? It's something that happened when
I was.young, you want? Well, let me think. So many
things happened then, for grandfather was agay young fox.
I guess I'll tell you first about the great fox hunt from the
castle. The castle stood high upon a hill, and one fine
day, the lords and ladies met there, and mounted upon
their beautiful horses, started through the forest, the
hounds dashing back of them, in front of them, and all
around them, for the hounds go along to scent the fox,
you know. I was young then, and the sight was new to
me, and very dazzling, and although I had heard of the
danger, I liked the excitement and noise. It was a beau-
tiful sight, for the men wore bright scarlet jackets, which
the dark dresses of the ladies made lookstill brighter. My
curiosity came near putting an end to me that day, for I
watched and waited almost too long, and only the greatest
cunning on my part made the hounds lose the scent, and
then the fun was spoiled.
Tell you some more? I'll give you some advice this
time. Beware of traps. Many a handsome, brave young
fox has been too curious, and has poked his paw into some
queer looking object which he has discovered, only to have
his little paw caught and has so lost his freedom forever.
There is something else you must remember, and it is
to have lots of patience. One time when your father and
uncle were little chaps, I took them out to get ourThanks-
giving dinner. I had seen
some fat, young turkeys
roostingin a pear tree, and I
wanted one of them very
badly. The moon rose early
that night, and when we
reached the tree, there sat
five as pretty birds as I ever .,.,
saw but I had not been sharp
in measuring my distance,
and they were far beyond our reach. So there we stood,
and waited and waited, not knowing what to do. "Let's
go home," said your father. "Not without our dinner,"
said I. "But we can't reach them," he replied. "Boys," I
said, "we can wait," and we did wait. We hid back of the
barn until morning dawned, and when the turkeys flew
down to hunt for some breakfast, one of them was doubt-
less very much surprised to find himself stowed away in
a bag preparatory to taking a ride on
my shoulder. It was patience that won
Sthe turkey, boys, for had we grown
tired and gone away, we certainly would
,'L have lost'our fine dinner.
;"i' The farmer is no friend of ours,
you know, and the farmer who lived at
Hillside was very hard on us. He and his boys were al-
ways setting traps to capture some venturesome fellow.
One day during harvest time, when the fields were bright
with golden grain, I started off in search of something to
eat. I crept along cautiously until I espied a duck so
round and fat that it made my mouth water to look at her.
I tried to plan some way to capture her. This seemed al-
most impossible for the farmer was close by, and right by
his side, I could see the shining barrel of his trusty old
gun, and I knew, if he caught sight of me, he would cer-
tainly kill me. But the temptation was so great that 1
ventured closer and closer, grabbed the duck, stuffed her
into the bag, and scampered away across the fields as
fast as I could run. It is not wise to be so daring, caution is
always better and it was only luck that saved me that time.
I want you to be brave, boys, but I want you to be
careful, as -..well. Don't
creep too far 'I from behind
the tree, when you
are lying in -w wait for
frisky young r a b b i t s .
They are as 'i h sharp and
watchful as any fox I
ever knew, and I have known a great many. And now I
think you have had stories enough for one day, and I
want my afternoon nap. I picked up a delicious fat goose
this morning, and if you are good boys you can have it all
before you creep into your piney beds, and fall asleep to
dream sweet dreams of the jolly times that arein store for
all happy young foxes, and here we see them fast asleep
in their beds, the bones of the goose scattered all around.
THE FOX HUNT.
LITTLE TOBY TROTTER
came home from school on
Friday night, threw his books
S- on the very top shelf of the
cupboard and exclaimed, "You can rest there my friend, for
two whole days. I have seen all I want of you for this
week, and haven't I pegged at you these last five days
harder than I ever did in all my life?"
To be sure Toby had a good reason for his hard work,
which of course you would like to know. While Toby
was finishing his bowl of porridge and milk at breakfast
Monday morning, his big brother Bill came into the room.
"Toby," said he, "if you'll come home on Friday night,
and tell me you are head of your class, I'll take you for a
fox hunt on Saturday."
To say Toby was pleased does not begin to express
his feelings, he was wild with delight. I'll do it Billy,"
said he, "you see if I don't. I'll work
day and night before I will miss
that fox hunt." Bill chuckled to
himself to see little Toby so wrapt up in his studies. I
like the youngster's determination at any rate," thought
he. Toby's hard work gained the day, and he could hard-
ly wait until Bill came home to tell him he had kept his
part of the contract. Bill was ready to do his part also,
so they started from home the next morning, followed by
old Bowser, the dog. Bill carried a gun. Toby would
have liked to carry one also, but Bill thought he was bet-
ter off without it. The woods where the fox lived was some
little distance from the boy's home, and Toby ran along
by Billy's side chattering as merrily as. a magpie. A neigh-
bor's dog seeing old Bowser joined the party, but he soon
grew tired and left them. If Bowser had
grown' old he had not forgotten his early
training as a hunter, and he went straight
to work to discover the whereabouts of Mr.
Fox. He hada lively chase, here and there,
in and around, but at last he seemed to be
satisfied and Billy who had watched him followed care-
fully. It was just outside the woods that Bowser came
upon the fox. The fox saw the dog at about the same
time the dog saw him. With one great leap Mr: Fox
bounded over the fence,-Bowser after '
him. On they flew leav-
ing Bill and poor little
Toby far behind them.
Bowser did his best, d
and just as he thought %,..
the fox was his, the sly -
old fellow gave one swift
turn, darted into a deep hole in the
ground and left poor old Bowser
looking the picture of sorrowful de-
feat. The fox was lost, but Toby a .
still thought he had never known
such sport in his life, and he coaxed iA I
his brother to take him again the next week. Bill said
that just as long as Toby would stand at the head of his
class, he would take him every Saturday.
THE RIDE IN THE BALLOON.
FOURTH of July dawned bright and smiling
upon the little village of Browmew. Every-
where the flags were flying in honor of the glad
day, and long streamers of red, white and blue
bunting floated gaily to the breeze. The young
people roused from their slumbers by the bang-
ing of the cannon, hurried into the streets to
celebrate this glorious day. The youths had
donned their best suits, and all the happy
young girls had bedecked themselves in the
most charming style. Miss Kitty
Stripe, the belle of the village
won the admiration of all, for
where could one find a sweeter
creature than she? Her soft
pretty ears were tied with the loveliest
pink ribbon, and the waving plume in her
hat exactly matched the ribbon in color. Quite proud
Foxy Terry felt as he walked by her side that fine morn-
Fire-works blazed all day. It is true that Spitzy
White burnt all the hair off his pretty little face, and little
Mattie Gray had her ear shot off by a pistol, but they did
not mind such little accidents, and all agreed that the
fire-works were quite a success.
The great event of the day, however, was to be the
balloon ascension. Never had such an event been heard
of in Browmew. All the folks turned out to see it. Old
Tortoise Shell came, although he was as
blind as a bat, for he declared that it
made him feel young again to hear
the cheering. Foxy Terry
and Kitty Stripe had
agreed to take
About i j
rour o'clock the balloon was brought out, and ere long all
was in readiness, and they had stepped into the basket
and were rising from the earth. Cheer after cheer went
up as they left the ground. Up, up they sailed. Over
roofs and steeples they rose, until it seemed to the crowd
below that they would never stop. They rose so high,
that the ropes got tangled on the horn of the moon, which
they had not been able to avoid, since they could not see
it on account of the bright sunshine. Poor Pussy was
greatly terrified, but brave Foxy bids her be patient, and
he will set matters right. He soon manages to get the
balloon free, and slowly they begin to descend. The ride
is a short one, but it satisfies Miss Kitty, and she is glad to
come down. When they reach the ground, they are greet-
ed with outstretched arms and praised for their bravery.
So the day ends amid general rejoicing, and at a late hour
all the sleepy young folks crawl into bed to dream of the
sports of the day, and to look forward with pleasure to the
next year, when they should be able to have another good
time together on the green.
LESSONS FOR YOUNG FOXES.
-MRS. RUBY BUSH
s was really a very hand-
some young foX-the
ti TIiT f handsomest in the whole
Neighborhood, so it was
Si' said, and they said too
how good and gentle she
was, which was lots letter than being called beautiful,
for kindness goes a great deal farther than good-oks.
She and her husband and her two little ones lived in
the Tall Tree forest as happy and loving a family as
the sun ever shone upon. The two little foxes Vic.and
Vim played together all day. They had the finest games
of hide and go seek, the great holes in the trunk of the old
oak tree making the jolliest kind of hiding places. They
pulled the tiny flowers that grew in the woods and made
wreaths and bouquets to carry home to Mother Bush.
Life was just one long play day to them. Ruby Bush
was a good little mother and she wanted to see her boys
well brought up, so the time came when she thought it
best to give them a lesson in hunting.
The moon was new, but the night was clear and the
S .,, ,\ M i stars twinkled
:,- brightly. Vic had
-t '' his turn first and
,' I i he and his mother
'started off to the
/4\., nearest poultry
niot dreaming of any danger, and Mother Fox and Vie
had little trouble to fill their bags. Vic was much pleased
over his success and thought it almost as much fun asrrying
playing with Vim.long white ba
Father Bush had seen a trap inhe forest and hadwere
... roosting on the
l '"...top of a rail fence
not dreaming of any danger, and Mother Fox and Vic
had little trouble to fill their bags. Vic was much pleased
over his success and thought it almost as much fun as
playing with Vim.
Father Bush had seen a trap in.the forest and had
told his good wife about it. Now thought she, is the
time to teach my boys of the danger of traps." So when
the boys started off to play, as usual, she called them back,
telling then she wanted them to go with her as she had
something to show them. The trap was near their home,
and the boys gazed in wonder at this strange object, and
listened with interest to the tales their mother told of its
great dangers. A delicious piece of meat had been used for
bait and Vic and Vim and Mother Bushtoo, wished they
might have it. To wish meant to try with Mother Bush;
Sso she got a long
.4, 1 stick and telling
..|0" her boys o keep
.., away, carefully
j ~ pried open the
trap and drew out
t h e treasure.
Whata fine time
they had eating it
and wishing they
could find another!