THE LIFE OF A FOX. 61

the following night he removed her to a short
distance from the spot where she was left the
night before. After doing the same for several
nights he took her home, and in nine weeks after
that, she produced four young ones, all of which
are now living, and much like a fox. My father
was a brown terrier, and my mother may be seen
at any time, as she is fastened up by a chain in the
inn-yard at Market Harborough. The hair on her
back and sides is thick, and stands nearly upright
like that of a fox. The hairs upon the upper
side of the tail are not so long and full as those
of a fox, but the under part and the sides are
the same: the tips of them are black. Her legs
and feet are black, and the latter are round
like yours, with a little tan colour behind the
knee joint. Her ears are pointed, and when
she is at rest laid back, but when she is roused
pricked up like your own. All these properties
you may behold in me, but not exactly in an —
equal degree. The most remarkable difference
between ourselves and you is this ; that neither

my mother nor myself are endued with the