. Wild animals I have known : and 200 drawings . madness sufficed to makethe master of the Peak hounds avoid the neigh-borhood. The farmers in Monsaldale, led byJo, agreed among themselves that if it wouldonly come on a snow, they would assemble andbeat the whole country, and in defiance of allrules of the hunt, get rid of the daft fox inany way they could. But the snow did notcome, and the red-haired gentleman lived hislife. Notwithstanding his madness, he did notlack method. He never came two successivenights to the same farm. He never ate wherehe killed, and he never left a track that betra
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. Wild animals I have known : and 200 drawings . madness sufficed to makethe master of the Peak hounds avoid the neigh-borhood. The farmers in Monsaldale, led byJo, agreed among themselves that if it wouldonly come on a snow, they would assemble andbeat the whole country, and in defiance of allrules of the hunt, get rid of the daft fox inany way they could. But the snow did notcome, and the red-haired gentleman lived hislife. Notwithstanding his madness, he did notlack method. He never came two successivenights to the same farm. He never ate wherehe killed, and he never left a track that betrayedhis retreat. He usually finished up his nightstrail on the turf, or on a public highway. Once I saw him. I was walking to Monsal-dale from Bakewell late one night during aheavy storm, and as I turned the corner ofSteads sheep-fold there was a vivid flash of light-ning. By its light, there was fixed on my ret-ina a picture that made me start. Sitting onhis haunches by the roadside, twenty yardsaway, was a very large fox gazing at me with 291. Wully malignant eyes, and licking his muzzle in a sug-gestive manner. All this I saw, but no more, and might have forgotten it, or thought myselfmistaken, but the next morning, in that veryfold, were found the bodies of twenty-threelambs and sheep, and the unmistakable signsthat brought home the crime to the well-knownmarauder. There was only one man who escaped, andthat was Dorley. This was the more remarka-ble because he lived in the centre of the regionraided, and within one mile of the Devils Hole.Faithful Wully proved himself worth all thedogs in the neighborhood. Night after nighthe brought in the sheep, and never one wasmissing. The Mad Fox might prowl about theDorley homestead if he wished, but Wully, shrewd, brave, active Wully was more than amatch for him, and not only saved his mastersflock, but himself escaped with a whole skin.Everyone entertained a profound respect forhim, and he might have been a popular pet butfor his tempe