As soon as he was disturbed he would leave his bed under some thick fir or spruce branches near the ground.

This flung his fresh scent into the air.

As soon as the hounds sniffed it, they gave tongue in good earnest.

It was a mixed, deep baying, that made the blood quicken in my veins.

While in the excitement of his first fright, the fox would run fast for a mile or two, till he found it an easy matter to keep out of the way of the hounds.