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
The dawn was clear despite the grey sky, with only a belt of mist here
and there on the lowland to interrupt his watch for the night-prowlers
returning to their lair. The scanning of the moor was his constant
practice, because of the haunting dread he had of being stumbled on by
homing fox or fitchet; in fact, he never settled down with a feeling of
real security until day had fully declared itself and driven all his
persecutors to their retreats. Not a living thing showed at first;
presently however his gaze was arrested by some animal that issued
wraith-like from a patch of mist, and after crossing a wide strip of
moor entered the croft bordering the “linhay” field. There he could see
it as it threaded the stunted furze, though not plainly enough to make
quite sure that it was a fox as he suspected. All doubt was removed when
the creature, after being hidden by intervening bank and overgrown
ditch, crossed the boundary wall and began stealing up the hill straight
for the form. It was Grey Fox himself. It looked now as if the hare’s
forebodings were at last to be verified, but it was not so, for the
brute entered the clump of tall furze midway up the slope and remained
there.
The hare concluded that the fox had kennelled; he even judged him to be
already asleep, so weary and exhausted did he look. But Grey Fox never
thought of curling himself up; he was far too anxious for that; he was
eagerly surveying the plain for sight of the enemy who had been pursuing
him from farm to farm and moor to moor since midnight. He looked long
without seeing aught, but he dared not compose himself to sleep. Instead
he withdrew to the little grassy space behind the furze, where he kept
walking up and down under the eyes of the hare, like a wild beast in a
cage. “Strange behaviour this,” thought the hare. “There’s something
very wrong with Grey Fox this morning. See how his flanks heave! what a
mist his breath makes!” Presently the gaunt creature ceased pacing and
lay down at full length, but after a few seconds he got up again and
went back to the furze.
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