These twigs should be no larger than are used by birds in constructing
their nests; just strong enough to hold the net in place and no more.
On the other hand, care must be taken that no stout projecting root
catches a corner of the net, else it will not draw up properly and the
rabbit will escape.
Little John, not satisfied with my assurance that I had netted all the
holes my side, now came over—crawling on hands and knees that he might
not jar the bank—to examine for himself. His practised eye detected two
holes that I had missed: one on the top of the mound much overhung by
dead grass, and one under a stole. These he attended to. He then
crawled up on the mound two or three yards below the end of the bury,
and with his own hands stretched a larger net right across the top of
the bank, so that if a rabbit did escape he would run into this. To be
still more sure he stretched another similar net across the whole width
of the mound at the other end of the bury.
He then undid the mouth of the ferret-bag, holding it between his
knees—the ferrets immediately attempted to struggle out: he selected
two and then tied it up again. With both these in his own hands, for he
would trust nothing to another, he slipped quietly back to Orion’s
side, and so soon as he saw I was standing well back placed them in
different holes.
Almost the next instant one came out my side disarranging a net. I got
into the ditch, hastily reset the net, and put the ferret to an
adjacent hole, lifting up the corner of the net there for it to creep
in. Unlike the weasel, a ferret once outside a hole seems at a loss,
and wanders slowly about, till chance brings him to a second. The
weasel used to hunting is no sooner out of one hole than he darts away
to the next. But this power the ferret has partially lost from
confinement.
For a moment the ferret hesitated inside the hole, as if undecided
which of two passages to take: then he started, and I lost sight of his
tail. Hardly had I got back to my stand than I heard Little John leap
into the ditch his side: the next minute I saw the body of the rabbit
which he had killed thrown out into the field.
I stood behind a somewhat advanced bush that came out into the meadow
like a buttress, and kept an eye on the holes along the bank. It is
essential to stand well back from the holes, and, if possible, out of
sight. In a few moments something moved, and I saw the head of a rabbit
at the mouth of a hole just behind the net. He looked through the
meshes as through a lattice, and I could see his nostrils work, as he
considered within himself how to pass this thing. It was but for a
moment; the ferret came behind, and wild with hereditary fear, the
rabbit leaped into the net.
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