Did you ever hear of the fox, Laura, that wanted to cross a river, and lay down on the bank pretending that he was dead, and a countryman came along, and, thinking he had a prize, threw him in his boat and rowed across, when the fox got up and ran away ?" "Now, uncle," said Miss Laura, "you're laughing at me.

That couldn't be true." "No, no," said Mr.Wood, chuckling; "but they're mighty cute at pretending they're dead.

I once shot one in the morning, carried him a long way on my shoulders, and started to skin him in the afternoon, when he turned around and bit me enough to draw blood.

At another time I dug one out of a hole in the ground.

He feigned death.