looked up in wonder as the hounds run back to hide for the fox had changed to the devil him self stand on the other side the men the hound and the horses when flying back to town and hot on there heels was a little black fox laughing as I ran

chased him over to the river bank but never would he yield he jumped in to the water and he swim to the other side and he laughed so that the green woods shook then turned to the hunts man and cried - forgot rest just skipping a few words- the huntsman l

only if the devil himself came out we"d run in such a race then it sprung like lightning a fox from out of his hole his fur the color of a starless  night and his eyes like burning coal ---- we chased him over the valley we chased him over the field we