Front Cover
 Title Page
 The fox's story
 The little Indian boy
 The fox hunt
 The ride in the balloon
 Lessons for young foxes
 The tables turned
 The foxes' quarrel
 The hunter treed
 Back Cover

Title: The fox's story
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Title: The fox's story
Alternate Title: Brownies
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : ill. (some col.) ; 23 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Veale, E
Cox, Palmer, 1840-1924 ( Illustrator )
Hubbard Publishing Co ( Publisher )
Publisher: Hubbard Publishing Co.
Place of Publication: Philadelphia
Publication Date: c1896
Subject: Animals -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1896   ( lcsh )
Fantasy literature -- 1896   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1896
Genre: Children's stories
Fantasy literature   ( rbgenr )
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- Pennsylvania -- Philadelphia
Statement of Responsibility: illustrations by Palmer Cox ; stories by E. Veale.
General Note: With: The busy Brownies / illustrations by Palmer Cox ; stories by E. Veale. Philadelphia : Hubbard Publishing Co., c1896. -- and 10 other books.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Title Page
        Page 3
    The fox's story
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        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
    The little Indian boy
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
    The fox hunt
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
    The ride in the balloon
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
    Lessons for young foxes
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
    The tables turned
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
    The foxes' quarrel
        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
    The hunter treed
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
    Back Cover
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        Page 37
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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'wan-t? 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 look still 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 our Thanks-
giving dinner. I had seen
some fat, young turkeys
roosting in a pear tree, and I ,.,.i
wanted one of them very '
badly. The moon rose early -'1
that night, and when we
reached the tree, there sat s'-'
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
1'' Ii!;i the turkey, boys, for had we grown
S' ,':i' i ,I il tired and gone away, we certainly would
have lost our fine dinner.
.' 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 I

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 from behind

the tree, when you
are lying in .4.<.' wait for
friskyyoung r a b b it s .

-They"- are as a s harp 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.


DID you ever think when night comes

and you see mother undress the baby and
tuck him snugly in his snowy white bed,
that perhaps there are some babies who have different
cradles from his and very different treatment, too ?
The little Indian baby who lives in the North West-
ern part of America, has a very different cradle. His is
only a piece of wood, sometimes birch bark, which is hol-
lowed out. The baby is laid on the board, and his mother
laces him in,passing the cord from side to side. A small
piece of wood covered with bark is used for his pillow.
When the baby's mother goes for a walk,she carries the
cradle and baby on her back, the little Indian's head just
peeping over his mother's 'shoulder. If she is busy she
hangs the cradle and baby on a tree and the wind swings
the cradle gently to and fro, often sending the little one to
"Shut-eye-town." Sometimes there are tiny bells fastened

Sto the cradle and their tinkle,
,. tinkle, when the wind swings
., it,makes very sweet music.
-. As soon as the little
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: -''.; Indian boy is old enough his
-.:father takes him with him to
,'- learn hunting and fishing.
H 1-He holds the lighted torch

,-'-.'- while the old Indian spears the
S fish at night, and he helps him also with
P th,. canoe or boat. He soon learns to use the
bow and arrow, and to bring down the birds as they
fly through the air. It is the fate at times of some un-
lucky animal to stop the arrow as it comes dashing
towards the ground, for of course every arrow does not
pierce the object toward which it is directed.
The Indian children do not wear dain- ty clothes
like you little people. Some-
times they have only a piece of
cloth around them serving for a
skirt, .The father and mother

Indians wrap themselves in blankets, and the brighter the

colors the better they like them. Their hair is long and

straight and black and they love to dress it with tall stiff


feathers. Their shoes are not made like ours, but are
pieces of skin often'beautifully trimmed with beads and
worked with fancy silks. These shoes are called moccasins.
Once there was a little Indian boy ,=
who lived not far from the railroad. It i-: -
happened one day that the train --.,-- --

stopped for som e .._. .._ ;
reason or .

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this little fellow thinking he might coax some goodies
from the passengers, sat down and cried as thoug-h his
heart would break, sobbing out from time to time how
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hungry he was. As he sat there on the edge of the plat-

form, the people in the train felt very sorry for him, think-

ing he had in some way become lost, and possibly might

be starving, so not knowing this was a trick, pitied the

little fellow, opened their baskets, and generously shared

their lunch with him, giving him the very best they had.

They did not know that the father and mother were hid-

ing in the bushes and that this was a scheme of theirs to

get their living. When the train moved on he gathered

up his treasures, carried them to his father and mother
and they had the grandest kind of a feast. There was
dainty white bread, chicken, cakes and pies, good things of'

all sorts. We should not blame the little fellow, for of

course he thought it was all right, if mother said so, just
as our little boys and girls think what their fathers and
mothers say is just right and the proper thing to do.

Now this was a very naughty trick for the little Indian

boy to play, but we must remember that he had no one

to teach him how wrong it is to deceive people, for his

father and mother had never been taught either. It is

we who know how, who must try to be good.


Same home from school on
Friday night, threw his books

-. -- 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
Aday 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.
Toby <-- I :--c } c t,', i--.,i ',!-. 'a-"
Bowser did his best, --' -
and just as he thought --
the fox was his, the sly 1
old fellow gave one swift
turn, darted into a deep hole in the: i
ground and left poor old Bowser ,' .
looking the picture of sorrowful de- .
feat. The fox was lost, but Toby ..:* :;
still thought he had never known .'
such sport in his life, and he coaxed
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.


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 /
the ride. i :

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 lok forward with pleasure.to.e
next year, when they should be able to ha\i.- '
time together on the green. '
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was really a very hand-

Ssome young fox-the
i, Kt' iiii, l, handsomest in the whole
I .. neighborhood, so it was

Said, and they said too
-" how good and gentle she

was, which was lots better than being called beautiful,
for kindness goes a great deal farther than good looks.
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 .-stars twinkled

n -.';)K brightly. Vic had
,'?^ .. his turn first and
.:7 1-- he and his mother
h ii started off to the
nearest poultry
yard,each carrying
a long white bag.

S-The turkeys were
S ,.- ,roosting on the
-I 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 them 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 Bush,too, wished they
might have it. To wish meant to try with Mother Bush,
so she got a long

stick and, telling
Sher boys to keep

S' j away, carefully
pried open the
trap and drew out
t h e treasure.
Whata fine time

they had eating it

A and wishing they
o could find another!


a funny sort of a shanty at
C-- "- ----' -
--_:-.'. _. i ---... the foot of a hill. He was
--'.- :- too old to work, and he

lived upon the food the neighbors gave him, and pretty
good living it was too, for the neighbors pitied old Jimmy,

and many of them remembered what good work he used
to do before the stiffness got into his old joints.
Some folks said that Jimmy lived alone, but this was
a mistake for he shared his
shanty and also his food

with a big, long horned

goat called Billy. Billy
loved old Jimmy dearly
and would follow him

around like a dog, but to
everyone but Jimmy, Billy

was the crossest goat that ever lived.
If Jimmy was out of sight, strangers
dared not venture too near the shanty.
S.: On the top of the hill at the bot-
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l torn of which Jimmy's shanty was

built, stood the school house. A score or more of round
faced, red cheeked urchins came there every day to be
taught their a-b-c's and as much other learning as their
little brains could hold, for they were so crowded with
mischief, it was hard .
work to wedge in any
Now the boys all
knew old Jimmy and
they all knew Billy, too,
and Billy knew them. )
He had no liking for
these school children.
He remembered sticks -
and stones that had been
aimed at him from be-

hind trees and other hid-

ing places.

One day the boys

planned to have some
fun with Billy. One of
them had seen Jimmy's

shanty tightly shut, and

Sthe goat tied to a tree.

Down the hill they started, well ladened with stones and
other missiles of one sort or another, and for some time

they pelted Billy to their heart's content. But all at once
the tables were turned, Billy gave one mighty leap, broke

the rope, and made a dash for his tormentors. Away

they flew, Billy after them, as fast as he could go. It was
hard work gettingup the hill, but they reached the school-
house at last, and entered it, a lot of breathless, scared
youngsters. In fact they had never before been quite so
frightened, and they all decided
that in the future they would let
Billy alone, for they might never .
again have such a lucky escape.


FALL had come with its
brown, withered grasses, and
falling leaves. Of late Jack
Frost had been blowing his .
keen breath over hill and dale
turning the leaves to crimson
and gold, and opening the
chestnut burrs, so that the ripe
nuts might fall to the earth. One night .-I,
when the moon had hidden its face behind
a cloud, Darius Sharp and Christopher Sly,
two youthful foxes, set out to find some game.
Farmer Tobbin lived not far from the foxes
home, and this man's good wife, Dame Tobbin,
was noted far and near for her beautiful poultry.
Now this bit of news had reached the ears of Dar-
ius and Christopher, and was greeted by them with

great joy. Maybe you have guessed that these young
creatures had planned to try for game at the farmer's.

Well, you are right.. Only this very morning, they had
planned to go as soon as it was night, if the moon did not
shine too brightly. Fortune seemed to favor them, and at
the appointed hour, they met and proceeded towards the

farm-house. Darius took his brother Xerxes along to help

bring home the game, if they should be fortunate enough
to secure more than they could carry themselves. As they
hurried along, they met many of their friends going out
on hunting expeditions, for the night was favorable
Presently they reached the home of Farmer Tobblin,

and quietly and carefully entered the yard; knowing
that the slightest noise would be sure to waken Bruno,
the faithful watch dog, and set the cocks crowing,
and then it would be all over with them, for the farmer
would appear with his gun. As they entered the yard,

they caught sight of a rooster which had sauntered out to

see if it were yet dawn. Quick as a wink, Darius

seized him, while Christopher secured a plump,
fat duck that had forgotten to go inside to

roost. In the excitement, poor little Xerxes
S was quite forgotten, and the friends, throw-

ing their game across their shoulders,
started for home, well pleased with their

luck. Just as they entered the woods,

a snipe met the eyes of -Christopher,

but before he had captured it, Darius
caught sight of it. Both rushed for

it, and seized it. Now, whose should
it be? Both claimed it. Long and

angrily the foxes quarreled. Chris-
topher claimed it because he saw it first, and Darius
claimed it because he got hold of it first. Morning came
and they were still disputing. Suddenly, Bruno, the dog,
appeared on the scene, and

they both scampered off as

fast as they could go, leav- -

ing snipe, duck and chicken behind. Bruno had a kingly
breakfast, while the silly foxes had none. When they got
back to their homes, and sat down to think over the mat-
ter, they were sorry enough to think they had been so

greedy, for in trying to get all, each one had lost the little
he had. Poor little Xerxes had been forgotten in their
hurry to get away with their prizes.


FOR two or three weeks, old Jack Frost had been at
work in the forest, pinching the leaves from the trees, and
sending the ripe nuts to
the ground. -Great piles of

leaves that Nature's art-
ist had paint- .. ... ed brown and

red, gold and crimson, lay on the ground, making a soft,
thick carpet for the dwellers of the forest.

In this forest, the Bear, the Wolf and the Fox lived,
and three greater cronies you never heard of. The Bear
was the oldest and the biggest, but littleFoxy always led
the fun, for he was one of the brightest, smartest little
chaps that ever dwelt in the forest. Through the fallen
leaves he came tramping one day to the house of neigh-
bor Bear, and with his usual cheery How-do-you-do,"

greeted his friend. He had heard that much mischief was
being done by a cruel, hard hearted hunter, and he wanted

the Bear and their friend, the Wolf to go with him and try
to put an end to the hunter's fun. They went to the
Wolf's house, and found him willing to help, so side by

side they started through the woods. Nothing happened
for some time, but finally the sharp ears of little Foxy

heardthe sound of a gun in the distance. Bidding .his

friends be quiet he waited until it sounded again. This

time, Foxy learned the direction from which it came, and

they hurried on toward the spot. Bang, bang, bang! The
gun kept sounding louder ahd louder as they sped along.

Now a new noise greet-

ed their ears. -.,---. I t sounded

like the chat- te r i n g of

many voices, ;. and as they

turned the '' r f corner they
1h ., P -.
came upon a i.. s t range

sight. Up n the tree

that bore but one branch,
'a. .- ,I. 't
and must at on e time

have been -s t r u c k by

lightning, ---.--- hung the

cruel hunter, while below him on the ground danced and

played a greedy crowd of wolves. One had his empty

gun, two more were fighting for his hat, and the rest stood

barking at the hunter in the wildest manner. The three

cronies were too late to carry out their scheme, but they

laughed merrily over the victory of the others, and they
were greatly pleased that at last they were to be set free
from the danger in which they had been so long, and could
now roam over the forest at their pleasure without fear of

being killed by the hunter's gun. The poor fellow in the
tree was in a very uncomfortable position, as we can well

see, and he was in constant fear lest the wolves, in some
way, might be able to reach him. He saw no way in which
he could escape, and felt sure that his time to die had at

last come. He hoped the wolves would be attracted by

something else, and go away and leave him, but that seem-
ed to be almost too good a fortune. The wolves kept

the poor man in the tree until they heard the sound of
approaching footsteps and caught the sounds of frequent-

ly fired guns, then they all scampered away as fast as pos-
sible, and then the poor man was rescued by his friends,
who had come in search of him.
The three friends were very much disappointed when

their victim escaped, but they hoped he would be so badly

frightened that he would,in the future, keep away from the
forest, and so far as we know he never troubled them again.

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