Winter Sunshine eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 218 pages of information about Winter Sunshine.

Winter Sunshine eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 218 pages of information about Winter Sunshine.

But the fox has survived civilization, and in some localities is no doubt more abundant now than in the time of the Revolution.  For half a century at least he has been almost the only prize, in the way of fur, that was to be found on our mountains, and he has been hunted and trapped and waylaid, sought for as game and pursued in enmity, taken by fair means and by foul, and yet there seems not the slightest danger of the species becoming extinct.

One would think that a single hound in a neighborhood, filling the mountains with his bayings, and leaving no nook or byway of them unexplored, was enough to drive and scare every fox from the country.  But not so.  Indeed, I am almost tempted to say, the more hounds, the more foxes.

I recently spent a summer month in a mountainous district in the State of New York, where, from its earliest settlement, the red fox has been the standing prize for skill in the use of the trap and gun.  At the house where I was staying were two foxhounds, and a neighbor half a mile distant had a third.  There were many others in the township, and in season they were well employed, too; but the three spoken of, attended by their owners, held high carnival on the mountains in the immediate vicinity.  And many were the foxes that, winter after winter, fell before them, twenty-five having been shot, the season before my visit, on one small range alone.  And yet the foxes were apparently never more abundant than they were that summer, and never bolder, coming at night within a few rods of the house, and of the unchained alert hounds, and making havoc among the poultry.

One morning a large, fat goose was found minus her head and otherwise mangled.  Both hounds had disappeared, and, as they did not come back till near night, it was inferred that they had cut short Reynard’s repast, and given him a good chase into the bargain.  But next night he was back again, and this time got safely off with the goose.  A couple of nights after he must have come with recruits, for next morning three large goslings were reported missing.  The silly geese now got it through their noddles that there was danger about, and every night thereafter came close up to the house to roost.

A brood of turkeys, the old one tied to a tree a few rods to the rear of the house, were the next objects of attack.  The predaceous rascal came, as usual, in the latter half of the night.  I happened to be awake, and heard the helpless turkey cry “quit,” “quit,” with great emphasis.  Another sleeper, on the floor above me, who, it seems, had been sleeping with one ear awake for several nights in apprehension for the safety of his turkeys, heard the sound also, and instantly divined its cause.  I heard the window open and a voice summon the dogs.  A loud bellow was the response, which caused Reynard to take himself off in a hurry.  A moment more, and the mother turkey would have shared the fate of the geese.  There she lay at the end of her tether, with extended wings, bitten and rumpled.  The young ones, roosting in a row on the fence near by, had taken flight on the first alarm.

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