The Life of a Fox, Written by HimselfSmith, Thomas
General
The Life of a Fox, Written by Himself
Smith, Thomas
Fox hunting
The extraordinary distance which we ran, when hunted by these hounds,
may be attributed to our perfect ignorance of the country where we were
turned out, which also accounts for our not oftener running at once
to the impracticable parts which abound here, and in which no horses
could have followed the hounds. In consequence of our knowing none of
the coverts, we often ran straight across Dartmoor, where the scent
was so good that the pace at which we were followed by the hounds made
it often most severe work for us; and it became almost a relief to be
taken up and replaced in the bag, which was carried for that purpose,
and reconveyed to our gloomy prison, where we were well supplied with
rabbits and other food.
The various habits of our race were most apparent. Some would keep
quiet in their kennels, which were holes made by them in the ground, or
where loose stones had been removed from the bottom of the wall which
surrounded our prison, watching what was going on; whilst others were
constantly moving about, as if in search of some outlet for escape.
One, whose activity was extraordinary, had chosen for his place of rest
a hole in the wall, being the opening intended for a window, which
had been stopped up on the outside. It was full eight feet from the
ground, and it was surprising, even to us, to see him run, with the
greatest ease, up the perpendicular wall, as he daily did, aided by the
roughness of the surface alone.
It now remains for me to explain how I am here and at liberty. We were
one day surprised by the entrance of our feeder, who brought in several
hampers, in which we were all taken to be turned out in the adjoining
woods, there to shift for ourselves.
So you see that although I cannot boast of having beaten a pack of
hounds, according to the tenor of the invitation, I have run away from
them altogether, and am here to do you service by proving the error
of the arch enemy, in thinking it absolutely necessary for his hounds
to devour the animal they have been hunting, that their ardour in the
chase may be increased. I have been sorely hunted by them, my friends,
and not until they had won the day, and run up to their object, did
they relax—not till then were they satisfied.
Again I would ask, why should our enemy wish to slaughter us when
seeking refuge in an earth, up to which his hounds have hunted?
seeing that those hounds so plainly show their contentment with having
succeeded, and done all that was required of them.
_All._ “Bravo! bravo! well said, thou bold Dragoon!”
“Now, Berkshire, we pray thee tell us whether thou dost like a royal
neighbourhood; whether thou art safer, and whether thy treatment there
is preferable to our own. Tell us all that thou canst, as thou livest
nearer to those parts than most of us do.”
BERKSHIRE’S STORY
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