P. M. - Up river.
What gives to the excrements of the fox that clay-color often, even at this season? Left on an eminence.
I scented a fox’s trail this afternoon (and have done so several times before), where he crossed the river, just three rods distant. Looked sharp, and discovered where it had stopped by a prominence. Yet he could not have passed since last night, or twelve hours before, it being near the village. How widely they range these nights! I hear that Daniel Foster of Princeton had eleven turkeys taken from under his barn in one night last fall, probably by a fox. Two were found a week after, buried under some brush in a neighboring wood.