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Fox Story

A fox-hunting mountain farmer had a favorite hound and was fond of boasting of his dog’s speed.  One morning, at break of day, he and his friends started a fox, and the dogs went yelling, the favorite in the lead.  On they sped over hills, and across creek and vale, the hunters at last outstripping all the pack, except

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the deep bark of the flying hound, and the excitement of fever pitch.  Then they came upon a woodman, cutting down a tree. the favorite dog.  He was clear out of sight, but every now and again, they could hear

“Did you see anything of a dog and fox running by just now?” exclaimed the farmer.

“How were they making it?”“Yes,” said the woodman.

“Oh,” said the woodman, “the dog was a little ahead!”