was some of us did not get hurt either by the bears or the guns. We 
     
     could make out by tracks and other marks that there were at least 
     
     four bears in the gang, and they had an advantage over us in the 
     
     woods and the darkness. I felt disappointed that I did not get a chance 
     
     for a shot at one, but I felt some satisfaction in that I made the ar- 
     
     rangements for the hunt, and that there were two bears less to do 
     
     harm. 
     
    

    
     Bear skins are very heavy and the fur is fine. They make good 
     
     sleigh robes and coats. The meat is good to eat, but is strong and 
     
     heavy; it is about a cross between beef and pork, is tender. My stom- 
     
     ach raised strong objections to taking it; about the same as to taking 
     
    
   
   
    
     castor oil. 
     
     Foxes 
     
    
   
   
    
     Prince Edward Island is noted for its black foxes. We often saw 
     
     them but seldom captured one. The red and patched were more plenti- 
     
     ful, but not nearly so valuable. One man killed twenty-six in one win- 
     
     ter. Sometimes we found their dens in the woods and got the little 
     
     pups, but we seldom succeeded in raising them; we did not know how 
     
     to take care of them. Some enterprising men succeeded in raising them 
     
     and many poor men made fortunes out of them. The black ones are 
     
     very nervous animals; if anything alarms the mother, when the pups 
     
     are very young, she will kill them and bury them. The black fox fur 
     
     is very beautiful and valuable. If the pups come when the weather is 
     
     cold the mother draws them close up to her body and curls her big 
     
     bushy tail around them; in this way they are as warm and comfort- 
     
    
   
   
    
     able as a babe in its crib. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Foxes are cunning thieves. They would get our hens and geese in 
     
     spite of our watchfulness. A fox would catch a heavy goose by the 
     
     neck and throw the body over his back and go off with it to the woods 
     
     at a furious rate of speed. We had a little song, or rhyme, we sang 
     
     about these fox raids: 
     
    
   
   
    
     "5 top the fox, stop the goose, 
     
     Drop her rogue, let her loose. 
     
     What will we do on Christmas day 
     
    
   
   
    
     I f our goose is stolen away?” 
     
    
   
   
    
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