148 THE LIFE OF A FOX.

been there at the beginning of the season, except-
ing those that had been shot by sportsmen. Now
if I, or any of us, were so much given to destroy
game as we are reported to be, there would not
have been a pheasant left alive in a week’s time
from the beginning of the season, whereas it was
now nearly the end of it. This fortunately oc-
curred in the presence of several persons, who
saw allthree of us. No less than five other foxes,
from the same park, have been killed by Lord
Elcho and his pack this season.

Hoping that I have given you all sufficient
encouragement to induce you to make us a visit

~ in the north, I conclude my story.