By-and-by, they would come to a place where the fox was sleeping for the day.

As soon as he was disturbed he would leave his bed under some thick fir or spruce branches near the ground.

This flung his fresh scent into the air.

As soon as the hounds sniffed it, they gave tongue in good earnest.

It was a mixed, deep baying, that made the blood quicken in my veins.