The Story of a HareTregarthen, J. C. (John Coulson)
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The Story of a Hare
Tregarthen, J. C. (John Coulson)
Hares -- Fiction
sure that the polecats before now have struck his trail.
His apprehension proved correct. The polecats had happened on his line
amongst the furze above the mill-pool, and run it in the right direction
from the first. More than once the mother, conscious of the wide circuit
made by a hare, was on the point of abandoning the trail; but the sight
of her kittens revelling in the scent got the better of her judgment and
induced her to keep on. She led her young at the utmost speed they were
capable of maintaining, arresting her steps only to scan each field she
came to, in the hope of seeing and being seen by the hare, who she knew
would be paralysed at the sight of her. She never dreamt that the hare
had already seen her and was under the spell of her influence; though
the knowledge could not have hastened the pursuit, inasmuch as the
kittens were hurrying on as fast as their legs could carry them.
The distance that separated the hunters from the quarry was not great.
When they entered the clover the leveret was only just leaving the oats;
when they were crossing the barley stubble he was still nibbling the
turnips; but he gained after that. For while the polecats were busy
working out the tortuous line in the oats he forged ahead and gained
High Down, where he busied himself in laying a most intricate maze. He
moved hither and thither criss-crossing the trail incessantly, knowing
that his life depended on its intricacy. It was well that he was
thoroughly absorbed in his task, for had he stopped and listened he
could hardly have failed to hear the shrill cry of his pursuers as they
bounded across the long meadow. On gaining the hedge-top they stood
scrutinising the rows of turnips as if they expected to see the game
there; and very odd they looked standing side by side on their hind
legs, their eyes shining like glow-worms. But the quarry was nowhere to
be seen, so presently mother and kittens leapt to the ground and resumed
the full cry, which they kept up over the undulating field beyond, round
the edge of the swamp, and below the pair of haggard thorns between
which the pack passed.
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