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    Ch. 9: The Shepherd on Foxes

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    A fox-trapping shepherd--Gamekeepers and foxes--Fox and stoat--A
    gamekeeper off his guard--Pheasants and foxes--Caleb kills a fox--A
    fox-hunting sheep-dog--Two varieties of foxes--Rabbits playing with
    little foxes--How to expel foxes--A playful spirit in the
    fox--Fox-hunting a danger to sheep

    Caleb related that his friend Shepherd Gathergood was a great fox-killer
    and, as with hares, he took them in a way of his own. He said that the
    fox will always go to a heap of ashes in any open place, and his plan
    was to place a steel trap concealed among the ashes, made fast to a
    stick about three feet high, firmly planted in the middle of the heap,
    with a piece of strong-smelling cheese tied to the top. The two
    attractions of an ash-heap and the smell of strong cheese was more than
    any fox could resist. When he caught a fox he killed and buried it on
    the down and said "nothing to nobody" about it. He killed them to
    protect himself from their depredations; foxes, like Old Gaarge and his
    son in Caleb's case, went round at night to rob him of the rabbits he
    took in his snares.

    Caleb never blamed him for this; on the contrary, he greatly admired him
    for his courage, seeing that if it had been found out he would have been
    a marked man. It was perhaps intelligence or cunning rather than
    courage; he did not believe that he would be found out, and he never
    was; he told Caleb of these things because he was sure of his man. Those
    who were interested in the hunt never suspected him, and as to
    gamekeepers, they hardly counted. He was helping them; no one hates a
    fox more than they do. The farmer gets compensation for damage, and the
    hen-wife is paid for her stolen chickens by the hunt, The keeper is
    required to look after the game, and at the same time to spare his chief
    enemy, the fox. Indeed, the keeper's state of mind with regard to foxes
    has always been a source of amusement to me, and by long practice I am
    able to talk to him on that delicate subject in a way to make him
    uncomfortable and self-contradictory. There are various, quite innocent
    questions which the student of wild life may put to a keeper about foxes
    which have a disturbing effect on his brain. How to expel foxes from a

    covert, for example; and here is another: Is it true that the fox
    listens for the distressed cries of a rabbit pursued by a stoat and that
    he will deprive the stoat of his captive? Perhaps; Yes; No, I don't
    think so, because one hunts by night, the other by day, he will answer,
    but you see that the question troubles him. One keeper, off his guard,
    promptly answered, "I've no doubt of it; I can always bring a fox to me
    by imitating the cry of a rabbit hunted by a stoat." But he did not say
    what his object was in
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