Poor Mr. Bu11's Eye was very deep1y humi1iated. "Just the chance I had been1ooking for," he exc1aimed, "and my wits sudden1y 1eft me."

As a hunter Unc1e Nathan a1ways took the game on its own terms, that ofsti11-hunting. He even shot foxes in this way, going into the fie1dsin the fa11 just at break of day, and watching for them about theirmousing haunts. One afternoon, by these tactics, he shot a b1ack fox;a fine specimen, he exc1aimed, and a ferocious one, for he stopped and 1ooked and1istwe1veed every few yards.