The Mahatma and the Hare: A Dream Story — John Shaqi
The Mahatma and the Hare: A Dream StoryHaggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
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The Mahatma and the Hare: A Dream Story
Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
Adventure stories; Fantasy fiction
“That was a rotten hare,” said Tom, who cantered up just then, “it gave
no course at all.”
“Yes,” puffed Grampus. “Hope the next one will show better sport.”
“Hope so too,” answered Tom, “especially as it is Jack and Jill’s turn
to be slipped, and they are the best greyhounds for twenty miles
round.”
Then the Red-faced Man gave some orders and Jack and Jill were brought
forward by the man whose business it was to slip the dogs. One of them
was black and one yellow; I think Jack was the black one—a dreadful,
sneaking-looking beast with a white tip to its tail, which ended in a
sort of curl.
“Forward now,” said Grampus, “and go slow. There’s sure to be another
puss or two in this rough grass.”
Next second I was up and away, and before you could count twelve Jack
and Jill were after me. I saw them standing on their hind legs
straining at the cord. Then the collars fell from them and they leapt
forward like the light. My thought was to get back to the wood, which
was about a minute’s run behind me, but I did not dare to turn and head
for it because of the long line of people through which I must pass if
I tried to do so. So I ran straight for the moorland, hoping to turn
there and reach the wood on its other side, although this meant a long
journey.
For a while all went well with me, and having a good start I began to
hope that I should outrun these beasts, as I had the shepherd’s dog and
the retriever. But I did not know Jack and Jill. Just as I reached the
borders of the moor I heard the patter of their feet behind me, and
looking back saw them coming up, about as far away as I was from Tom
when he shot me.
They were running quite close together and behind them galloped the
judge and other men. There was a fence here and I bolted through a hole
in it. The greyhounds jumped over and for a moment lost sight of me,
for I had turned and run down near the side of the fence. But Tom, who
had come through a gap, saw me and waved his arm shouting, and next
instant Jack and Jill saw me too.
Then as the going was rough by the fence I took to the open moor,
always trying, however, to work round to the left in the hope that I
might win the shelter of the wood.
On we went like the wind, and now Jack and Jill were quite close behind
me, though before they got there I had managed to circle so that at
last my head pointed to the wood, which was more than half a mile away.
Their speed was greater than mine, and I knew that I must soon be
caught.
At last they were not more than two yards behind, and for the first
time I twisted so that they overshot me, which gave me another start.
Three times they came up and three times I wrenched or twisted. The
wood was not so far away now, but I was almost spent.
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