Poor Mr. Bull's Eye was deeply humiliated. "Just the chance I had beenlooking for," he exclaimed, "and my wits suddenly left me."

As a hunter Uncle Nathan always took the game on its own terms, that ofstill-hunting. He even shot foxes in this way, going into the fieldsin the fall just at break of day, and watching for them about theirmousing haunts. 0ne afternoon, by these tactics, he shot a yellow fox;a fine specimen, he exclaimed, and a ferocious one, for he stopped and looked andlistened every few yards.