enough, they will curl up like round balls, hiding their noses in their bushy tails, and let the storm cover them; even sleeping all night in a snow bed.
Finally after four months of leisurely travelling, Redcoat and his companion came to a lonely land just on the border between the New England states and the Dominion of Canada. Here there was a region of three townships which held more deserted farms than any other similar area in the United States. It was fifteen miles to the nearest railroad and the country roads were so rough and the hills so steep that motorists always went by another way if they could. And here Redcoat and his mate ceased their wanderings and settled down.
I will give you just one more picture of the fox family before leaving them.
It is early June. June with its deep blue skies, and its fleecy white clouds. The little breeze has been racing across the meadows and has come up to the edge of the woods with its breath fragrant from clover blossom. On a grassy plot, just above a
