THE LIFE OF A FOX, 4]

fourteen more, when this man’s awful voice
startled me again,

I was soon prepared for another run with a
north-east wind, which might have led me to
take the same line as before ; but that I heard
Sawyer the whipper-in exclaim, “Tis our old
fox, and he went through the same holes that he
did the last time we found him.” He gave the
view-halloo directly afterwards. I felt certain that
they came again thus soon, determined if possible
to kill me; and though frightened a little, I took
care to keep on without stopping to listen, as
I had done before; so that I kept a good dis-
tance ahead of them, and continued my best pace
for many miles, crossing Wolmer Forest into
Sussex. I no longer heard the hounds follow-
ing me, and being much distressed with fatigue,
ran forward to very short distances, and then
turned either to the right or to the left, in order
to baffle my pursuers. At length I came opposite to
some buildings, and seeing a large pile of wood,
crept in amongst it and lay down. After listening
for some time, I heard the cry of a few hounds