III
THEHOMEOFTHELYNX
AtfirstThor,beingtown—bred,wastimidaboutventuringintothewoodsbeyondthesoundofCorney’saxe;butdaybydayhewentfarther,guidinghimself,notbyunreliablemossontrees,butbysun,compass,andlandscapefeatures。Hispurposewastolearnaboutthewildanimalsratherthantokillthem;butthenaturalistisclosekintothesportsman,andthegunwashisconstantcompanion。Intheclearing,theonlyanimalofanysizewasafatWoodchuck;ithadaholeunderastumpsomehundredyardsfromtheshanty。Onsunnymorningsitusedtoliebaskingonthestump,buteternalvigilanceisthepriceofeverygoodthinginthewoods。TheWoodchuckwasalwaysalertandThortriedinvaintoshootoreventotraphim。
"Hyar,"saidCorneyonemorning,"timewehadsomefreshmeat。"
Hetookdownhisrifle,anold—fashionedbrass—mountedsmall—bore,andloadingwithcarethatshowedthetruerifleman,hesteadiedtheweaponagainstthedoor—jambandfired。TheWoodchuckfellbackwardandlaystill。Thorracedtotheplaceandreturnedintriumphwiththeanimal,shouting:"Plumbthroughthehead——onehundredandtwentyyards。"
Corneycontrolledthegratifiedsmilethatwrestledwiththecornersofhismouth,buthisbrighteyesshoneatriflebrighterforthemoment。
Itwasnomerekillingforkilling’ssake,fortheWoodchuckwasspreadingabeltofdestructioninthecroparoundhisden。ItsfleshsuppliedthefamilywithmorethanonegoodmealandCorneyshowedThorhowtousetheskin。Firstthepeltwaswrappedinhardwoodashesfortwenty—fourhours。Thisbroughtthehairoff。
Thentheskinwassoakedforthreedaysinsoftsoapandworkedbyhand,asitdried,tillitcameoutawhitestrongleather。
Thor’swanderingsextendedfartherinsearchofthethingswhichalwayscameassurpriseshowevermuchhewaslookingforthem。
Manydayswereblanksandotherswouldbecrowdedwithincidents,forunexpectednessisaboveallthepeculiarfeatureofhunting,anditslastingcharm。Onedayhehadgonefarbeyondtheridgeinanewdirectionandpassedthroughanopengladewherelaythebrokentrunkofahugebasswood。Thesizeimpresseditonhismemory。Heswungpastthegladetomakeforthelake,amiletothewest,andtwentyminuteslaterhestartedbackashiseyerestedonahugeblackanimalinthecrotchofahemlock,somethirtyfeetfromtheground。ABear!Atlast,thiswasthetestofnervehehadhalfexpectedallsummer;hadbeenwonderinghowthatmystery"himself"wouldactunderthisverytrial。Hestoodstill;hisrighthanddivedintohispocketand,bringingoutthreeorfourbuckshot,whichhecarriedforemergency,hedroppedthemontopofthebirdshotalreadyinthegun,thenrammedawadtoholdthemdown。
TheBearhadnotmovedandtheboycouldnotseeitshead,butnowhestudieditcarefully。Itwasnotsuchalargeone——no,itwasasmallone,yes,verysmall——acub。Acub!ThatmeantamotherBearathand,andThorlookedaboutwithsomefear,butseeingnosignsofanyexceptthelittleone,helevelledthegunandfired。
Thentohissurprisedowncrashedtheanimalquitedead;itwasnotaBear,butalargePorcupine。Asitlaythereheexamineditwithwonderandregret,for。hehadnowishtokillsuchaharmlesscreature。Onitsgrotesquefacehefoundtwoorthreelongscratcheswhichprovedthathehadnotbeenitsonlyenemy。
Asheturnedawayhenoticedsomebloodonhistrousers,thensawthathislefthandwasbleeding。Hehadwoundedhimselfquiteseverelyonthequillsoftheanimalwithoutknowingit。Hewassorrytoleavethespecimenthere,andLoo,whenshelearnedofit,saiditwasashamenottoskinitwhenshe"neededafur—linedcapeforthewinter。"
OnanotherdayThorhadgonewithoutagun,ashemeantonlytogathersomecuriousplantshehadseen。Theywereclosetotheclearing;heknewtheplacebyafallenelm。Ashecametoitheheardapeculiarsound。Thenontheloghiseyecaughttwomovingthings。Heliftedaboughandgotaclearview。TheyweretheheadandtailofanenormousLynx。Ithadseenhimandwasglaringandgrumbling;andunderitsfootonthelogwasawhitebirdthatasecondglanceshowedtobeoneoftheirownprecioushens。Howfierceandcruelthebrutelooked!HowThorhatedit!
andfairlygnashedhisteethwithdisgustthatnow,whenhisgreatestchancewascome,heforoncewaswithouthisgun。Hewasinnotalittlefear,too,andstoodwonderingwhattodo。TheLynxgrowledlouder;itsstumpytailtwitchedviciouslyforaminute,thenitpickedupitsvictim,andleapingfromthelogwaslosttoview。
Asitwasaveryrainysummer,thegroundwassofteverywhere,andtheyounghunterwasledtofollowtracksthatwouldhavedefiedanexpertindryertimes。Onedayhecameonpiglikefootprintsinthewoods。Hefollowedthemwithlittledifficulty,fortheywerenew,andaheavyraintwohoursbeforehadwashedoutallothertrails。Afterabouthalfamiletheyledhimtoanopenravine,andashereacheditsbrowhesawacrossitaflashofwhite;thenhiskeenyoungeyesmadeouttheformsofaDeerandaspottedFawngazingathimcuriously。Thoughontheirtrailhewasnotalittlestartled。Hegazedatthemopen—mouthed。Themotherturnedandraisedthedangerflag,herwhitetail,andboundedlightlyaway,tobefollowedbytheyoungster,clearinglowtrunkswithaneffortlessleap,orbendingdownwithcatlikesupplenesswhentheycametoalogupraisedsothattheymightpassbelow。
Heneveragaingotachancetoshootatthem,thoughmorethanoncehesawthesametwotracks,orbelievedtheywerethesame,asforsomecauseneveryetexplained,Deerwerescarcerinthatunbrokenforestthantheywereinlateryearswhenclearingsspreadaround。
Heneveragainsawthem;buthesawthemotheronce——hethoughtitwasthesame——shewassearchingthewoodswithhernose,tryingthegroundfortrails;shewasnervousandanxious,evidentlyseeking。ThorrememberedatrickthatCorneyhadtoldhim。Hegentlystooped,tookupabroadbladeofgrass,laiditbetweentheedgesofhisthumbs,thenblowingthroughthissimplesqueakerhemadeashort,shrillbleat,afairimitationofaFawn’scryforthemother,andtheDeer,thoughalongwayoff,cameboundingtowardhim。Hesnatchedhisgun,meaningtokillher,butthemovementcaughthereye。Shestopped。Hermanebristledalittle;shesniffedandlookedinquiringlyathim。Herbigsofteyestouchedhisheart,heldbackhishand;shetookacautiousstepnearer,gotafullwhiffofhermortalenemy,boundedbehindabigtreeandawaybeforehismercifulimpulsewasgone。"Poorthing,"saidThor,"Ibelieveshehaslostherlittleone。"
YetoncemoretheBoymetaLynxinthewoods。HalfanhourafterseeingthelonelyDeerhecrossedthelongridgethatlaysomemilesnorthoftheshanty。Hehadpassedthegladewherethegreatbasswoodlaywhenacreaturelikeabigbob—tailedKittenappearedandlookedinnocentlyathim。Hisgunwentup,asusual,buttheKittenmerelycockeditsheadononesideandfearlesslysurveyedhim。Thenasecondonethathehadnotnoticedbeforebegantoplaywiththefirst,pawingatitstailandinvitingitsbrothertotussle。
Thor’sfirstthoughttoshootwasstayedashewatchedtheirgambols,buttheremembranceofhisfeudwiththeirracecameback。Hehadalmostraisedthegunwhenafiercerumblecloseathandgavehimastart,andthere,nottenfeetfromhim,stoodtheoldone,lookingbigandfierceasaTigress。Itwassurelyfollytoshootattheyoungonesnow。Theboynervouslydroppedsomebuckshotonthechargewhilethesnarlinggrowlroseandfell,butbeforehewasreadytoshootathertheoldonehadpickedupsomethingthatwasbyherfeet;theboygotaglimpseofrichbrownwithwhitespots——thelimpformofanewlykilledFawn。Thenshepassedoutofsight。TheKittensfollowed,andhesawhernomoreuntilthetimewhen,lifeagainstlife,theywereweighedinthebalancetogether。
IV
THETERROROFTHEWOODS
Sixweekshadpassedindailyroutinewhenonedaytheyounggiantseemedunusuallyquietashewentabout。Hishandsomefacewasverysoberandhesangnotatallthatmorning。
HeandThorsleptonahay—bunkinonecornerofthemainroom,andthatnighttheBoyawakenedmorethanoncetohearhiscompaniongroaningandtossinginhissleep。Corneyaroseasusualinthemorningandfedthehorses,butlaydownagainwhilethesistersgotbreakfast。Herousedhimselfbyaneffortandwentbacktowork,butcamehomeearly。Hewastremblingfromheadtofoot。Itwashotsummerweather,buthecouldnotbekeptwarm。AfterseveralhoursareactionsetinandCorneywasinahighfever。Thefamilyknewwellnowthathehadthedreadedchillsandfeverofthebackwoods。Margatwentoutandgatheredalapfulofpipsissewatomaketea,ofwhichCorneywasencouragedtodrinkcopiously。
Butinspiteofalltheirherbsandnursingtheyoungmangotworse。Attheendoftendayshewasgreatlyreducedinfleshandincapableofwork,soononeofthe"welldays"thatareusualinthecourseofthediseasehesaid:
"Say,gurruls,Ican’tstanditnolonger。GuessIbettergohome。I’mwellenoughtodriveto—day,forawhileanyway;ifI’mtookdownI’lllayinthewagon,andthehorseswillfetchmehome。Mother’llhavemeallrightinaweekorso。IfyourunoutofgrubbeforeIcomebacktakethecanoetoEllerton’s。"
Sothegirlsharnessedthehorses;thewagonwaspartlyfilledwithhay,andCorney,weakandwhite—faced,droveawayonthelongroughroad,andleftthemfeelingmuchasthoughtheywereonadesertislandandtheironlyboathadbeentakenfromthem。
Halfaweekhadscarcelygonebeforeallthreeofthem,Margat,Loo,andThor,weretakendownwithayetmorevirulentformofchillsandfever。
Corneyhadhadeveryothera"wellday,"butwiththesethreetherewereno"welldays"andthehousebecameanabodeofmisery。
Sevendayspassed,andnowMargatcouldnotleaveherbedandLoowasbarelyabletowalkaroundthehouse。Shewasabravegirlwithafundofdrollerywhichdidmuchtowardkeepingupalltheirspirits,buthermerriestjokesfellghastlyfromherwan,pinchedface。Thor,thoughweakandill,wasthestrongestanddidfortheothers,cookingandservingeachdayasimplemeal,fortheycouldeatverylittle,fortunately,perhaps,astherewasverylittle,andCorneycouldnotreturnforanotherweek。
SoonThorwastheonlyoneabletorise,andonemorningwhenhedraggedhimselftocutthelittleusualsliceoftheirtreasuredbaconhefound,tohishorror,thatthewholepiecewasgone。Ithadbeenstolen,doubtlessbysomewildanimal,fromthelittleboxontheshadysideofthehouse,whereitwaskeptsafefromflies。Nowtheyweredowntoflourandtea。Hewasindespair,whenhiseyelightedontheChickensaboutthestable;butwhat’stheuse?InhisfeeblestatehemightaswelltrytocatchaDeeroraHawk。SuddenlyherememberedhisgunandverysoonwaspreparingafatHenforthepot。Heboileditwholeastheeasiestwaytocookit,andthebrothwasthefirstreallytemptingfoodtheyhadhadforsometime。
TheykeptaliveforthreewretcheddaysonthatChicken,andwhenitwasfinishedThoragaintookdownhisgun——itseemedamuchheaviergunnow。Hecrawledtothebarn,buthewassoweakandshakythathemissedseveraltimesbeforehebroughtdownafowl。
Corneyhadtakentherifleawaywithhimandthreechargesofgunammunitionwereallthatnowremained。
ThorwassurprisedtoseehowfewHenstherewerenow,onlythreeorfour。Thereusedtobeoveradozen。Threedayslaterhemadeanotherraid。HesawbutoneHenandheuseduphislastammunitiontogetthat。
Hisdailyroutinenowwasamonotonyofhorror。Inthemorning,whichwashis"welltime,"hepreparedalittlefoodforthehouseholdandgotreadyforthenightofragingfeverbyputtingabucketofwateronablockattheheadofeachbunk。Aboutoneo’clock,withfearfulregularity,thechillswouldcomeon,withtremblingfromheadtofootandchatteringteeth,andcold,cold,withinandwithout。Nothingseemedtogiveanywarmth——fireseemedtohavelostitspower。Therewasnothingtodobuttolieandshakeandsufferalltheslowtortureoffreezingtodeathandshakingtopieces。Forsixhoursitwouldkeepup,andtothetorture,nausealentitshorridaidthroughout;thenaboutsevenoreighto’clockintheeveningachangewouldcome;aburningfeversetin;noicecouldhaveseemedcooltohimthen;
water——water——wasallhecraved,anddrankanddrankuntilthreeorfourinthemorning,whenthefeverwouldabate,andasleepoftotalexhaustionfollowed。
"IfyourunoutoffoodtakethecanoetoEllerton’s,"wasthebrother’slastword。Whowastotakethecanoe?
TherewasbuthalfaChickennowbetweenthemandstarvation,andnosignofCorney。
Forthreeinterminableweeksthedeadlyprogramdraggedalong。Itwentonthesameyetworse,asthesufferersgrewweaker——afewdaysmoreandtheBoyalsowouldbeunabletoleavehiscouch。
Thenwhat?
Despairwasonthehouseandthesilentcryofeachwas,"Oh,God!willCorneynevercome?"
V
THEHOMEOFTHEBOY
OnthedayofthatlastChicken,Thorwasallmorningcarryingwaterenoughforthecomingthreefevers。Thechillattackedhimsoonerthanitwasdueandhisfeverwasworsethaneverbefore。
Hedrankdeeplyandoftenfromthebucketathishead。Hehadfilledit,anditwasnearlyemptiedwhenabouttwointhemorningthefeverlefthimandhefellasleep。
Inthegraydawnhewasawakenedbyacurioussoundnotfaraway——asplashingofwater。Heturnedhisheadtoseetwoglaringeyeswithinafootofhisface——agreatBeastlappingthewaterinthebucketbyhisbed。
Thorgazedinhorrorforamoment,thenclosedhiseyes,surethathewasdreaming,certainthatthiswasanightmareofIndiawithaTigerbyhiscouch;butthelappingcontinued。Helookedup;yes,itstillwasthere。Hetriedtofindhisvoicebututteredonlyagurgle。Thegreatfurryheadquivered,asniffcamefrombelowtheshiningeyeballs,andthecreature,whateveritwas,droppedtoitsfrontfeetandwentacrossthehutunderthetable。Thorwasfullyawakenow;heroseslowlyonhiselbowandfeeblyshouted"Sssh—hi,"atwhichtheshiningeyesreappearedunderthetableandthegrayformcameforth。Calmlyitwalkedacrossthegroundandglidedunderthelowestlogataplacewhereanoldpotatopitleftanopeninganddisappeared。
Whatwasit?Thesickboyhardlyknew——somesavageBeastofprey,undoubtedly。Hewastotallyunnerved。Heshookwithfearandasenseofhelplessness,andthenightpassedinfitfulsleepandsuddenstartsawaketosearchthegloomagainforthosefearfuleyesandthegreatgrayglidingform。Inthemorninghedidnotknowwhetheritwerenotalladelirium,yethemadeafeebleefforttoclosetheoldcellarholewithsomefirewood。
Thethreehadlittleappetite,buteventhattheyrestrainedsincenowtheyweredowntopartofaChicken,andCorney,evidentlyhesupposedtheyhadbeentoEllerton’sandgotallthefoodtheyneeded。
Againthatnight,whenthefeverlefthimweakanddozing,Thorwasawakenedbyanoiseintheroom,asoundofcrunchingbones。
Helookedaroundtoseedimlyoutlinedagainstthelittlewindow,theformofalargeanimalonthetable。Thorshouted;hetriedtohurlhisbootattheintruder。Itleapedlightlytothegroundandpassedoutofthehole,againwideopen。
Itwasnodreamthistime,heknew,andthewomenknewit,too;
notonlyhadtheyheardthecreature,buttheChicken,thelastoftheirfood,waswhollygone。
PoorThorbarelylefthiscouchthatday。Itneededallthequerulouscomplaintsofthesickwomentodrivehimforth。Downbythespringhefoundafewberriesanddividedthemwiththeothers。Hemadehisusualpreparationsforthechillsandthethirst,butheaddedthis——bythesideofhiscouchheputanoldfish—spear——theonlyweaponhecouldfind,nowthegunwasuseless——apine—rootcandleandsomematches。HeknewtheBeastwascomingbackagain——wascominghungry。Itwouldfindnofood;
whatmorenatural,hethought,thantakethelivingpreylyingtheresohelpless?AndavisioncameofthelimpbrownformofthelittleFawn,borneoffinthosesamecrueljaws。
Onceagainhebarricadedtheholewithfirewood,andthenightpassedasusual,butwithoutanyfiercevisitor。Theirfoodthatdaywasflourandwater,andtocookitThorwasforcedtousesomeofhisbarricade。Looattemptedsomefeeblejoke,guessedshewaslightenoughtoflynowandtriedtorise,butshegotnofartherthantheedgeofthebunk。Thesamepreparationsweremade,andthenightworeon,butearlyinthemorning,Thorwasagainawakenedrudelybythesoundoflappingwaterbyhisbed,andthere,asbefore,weretheglowingeyeballs,thegreathead,thegrayformrelievedbythedimlightfromthedawningwindow。
Thorputallhisstrengthintowhatwasmeantforaboldshout,butitwasmerelyafeeblescreech。Heroseslowlyandcalledout:"Loo,Margat!TheLynx——here’stheLynxagain!"
"MayGodhelpye,forwecan’t,"wastheanswer。
"Sssh—hi!"ThortriedagaintodrivetheBeastaway。Itleapedontothetablebythewindowandstoodupgrowlingundertheuselessgun。Thorthoughtitwasgoingtoleapthroughtheglassasitfacedthewindowamoment;butitturnedandglaredtowardtheBoy,forhecouldseebotheyesshining。Heroseslowlytothesideofhisbunkandheprayedforhelp,forhefeltitwaskillorbekilled。Hestruckamatchandlightedhispine—rootcandle,heldthatinhislefthandandinhisrighttooktheoldfish—spear,meaningtofight,buthewassoweakhehadtousethefish—spearasacrutch。ThegreatBeaststoodonthetablestill,butwascrouchingalittleasthoughforaspring。Itseyesglowedredinthetorchlight。Itsshorttailwasswitchingfromsidetosideanditsgrowlingtookahigherpitch。Thor’skneesweresmitingtogether,buthelevelledthespearandmadeafeeblelungetowardthebrute。Itsprangatthesamemoment,notathim,ashefirstthought——thetorchandtheboy’sboldfronthadhadeffect——itwentoverhisheadtodroponthegroundbeyondandatoncetoslinkunderthebunk。
Thiswasonlyatemporaryrepulse。Thorsetthetorchonaledgeofthelogs,thentookthespearinbothhands。Hewasfightingforhislife,andheknewit。Heheardthevoicesofthewomenfeeblypraying。HesawonlytheglowingeyesunderthebedandheardthegrowlinginhigherpitchastheBeastwasnearingaction。Hesteadiedhimselfbyagreateffortandplungedthespearwithalltheforcehecouldgiveit。
Itstrucksomethingsofterthanthelogs:ahideoussnarlcameforth。Theboythrewallhisweightontheweapon;theBeastwasstrugglingtogetathim;hefeltitsteethandclawsgratingonthehandle,andinspiteofhimselfitwascomingon;itspowerfularmsandclawswerereachingforhimnow;hecouldnotholdoutlong。Heputonallhisforce,justalittlemoreitwasthanbefore;theBeastlurched,therewasagrowling,acrack,andasuddenyielding;therottenoldspear—headhadbrokenoff,theBeastsprangout——athim——pasthim——nevertouchedhim,butacrossthroughtheholeandaway,tobeseennomore。
Thorfellonthebedandlostallconsciousness。
Helaythereheknewnothowlong,butwasawakenedinbroaddaylightbyaloud,cheeryvoice:
"Hello!Hello!——areyealldead?Loo!Thor!Margat!"
Hehadnostrengthtoanswer,buttherewasatramplingofhorsesoutside,aheavystep,thedoorwasforcedopen,andinstrodeCorney,handsomeandheartyasever。Butwhataflashofhorrorandpaincameoverhisfaceonenteringthesilentshanty!
"Dead?"hegasped。"Who’sdead——whereareyou?Thor?"Then,"Whoisit?Loo?Margat?"
"Corney——Corney,"camefeeblyfromthebunk。"They’reinthere。
They’reawfulsick。Wehavenothingtoeat。"
"Oh,whatafoolIbe!"saidCorneyagainandagain。"Imadesureye’dgotoEllerton’sandgetallyewanted。"
"Wehadnochance,Corney;wewereallthreebroughtdownatonce,rightafteryouleft。ThentheLynxcameandcleareduptheHens,andallinthehouse,too。"
"Well,yegotevenwithher,"andCorneypointedtothetrailofbloodacrossthemudfloorandoutunderthelogs。
Goodfood,nursing,andmedicinerestoredthemall。
Amonthortwolater,whenthewomenwantedanewleaching—barrel,Thorsaid:"Iknowwherethereisahollowbasswoodasbigasahogshead。"
HeandCorneywenttotheplace,andwhentheycutoffwhattheyneeded,theyfoundinthefarendofitthedried—upbodiesoftwolittleLynxeswiththatofthemother,andinthesideoftheoldonewastheheadofafish—spearbrokenfromthehandle。
LITTLEWARHORSE
TheHistoryofaJack—rabbitTheLittleWarhorseknewpracticallyalltheDogsintown。First,therewasaverylargebrownDogthathadpursuedhimmanytimes,aDogthathealwaysgotridofbyslippingthroughaholeinaboardfence。Second,therewasasmallactiveDogthatcouldfollowthroughthathole,andhimhebaffledbyleapingatwenty—footirrigationditchthathadsteepsidesandaswiftcurrent。TheDogcouldnotmakethisleap。Itwas"suremedicine"
forthatfoe,andtheboysstillcalltheplace"OldJacky’sJump。"ButtherewasaGreyhoundthatcouldleapbetterthantheJack,andwhenhecouldnotfollowthroughafence,hejumpedoverit。HetriedtheWarhorse’smettlemorethanonce,andJackyonlysavedhimselfbyhisquickdodging,tilltheygottoanOsagehedge,andheretheGreyhoundhadtogiveitup。Besidesthese,therewasintownarabbleofbigandlittleDogsthatweretroublesome,buteasilyleftbehindintheopen。
InthecountrytherewasaDogateachfarm—house,butonlyonethattheWarhorsereallyfeared;thatwasalong—legged,fierce,blackDog,abrutesoswiftandpertinaciousthathehadseveraltimesforcedtheWarhorsealmosttothelastextremity。
ForthetownCatshecaredlittle;onlyonceortwicehadhebeenthreatenedbythem。AhugeTom—catflushedwithmanyvictoriescamecrawlinguptowherehefedonemoonlightnight。JackWarhorsesawtheblackcreaturewiththeglowingeyes,andamomentbeforethefinalrush,hefacedit,raiseduponhishaunches,——hishindlegs,——atfulllengthonhistoes,——withhisbroadearstoweringupyetsixincheshigher;thenlettingoutaloudchurrr—churrr,hisbestattemptataroar,hesprangfivefeetforwardandlandedontheCat’shead,drivinginhissharphindnails,andtheoldTomfledinterrorfromtheweirdtwo—leggedgiant。Thistrickhehadtriedseveraltimeswithsuccess,buttwiceitturnedoutasadfailure:once,whentheCatprovedtobeamotherwhoseKittenswerenear;thenJackWarhorsehadtofleeforhislife;andtheothertimewaswhenhemadethemistakeoflandinghardonaSkunk。
ButtheGreyhoundwasthedangerousenemy,andinhimtheWarhorsemighthavefoundhisfate,butforacuriousadventurewithahappyendingforJack。
Hefedbynight;therewerefewerenemiesaboutthen,anditwaseasiertohide;butonedayatdawninwinterhehadlingeredlongatanalfalfastackandwascrossingtheopensnowtowardhisfavoriteform,when,asill—luckwouldhaveit,hemettheGreyhoundprowlingoutsidethetown。Withopensnowandgrowingdaylighttherewasnochancetohide,nothingbutarunintheopenwithsoftsnowthathinderedtheJackmorethanitdidtheHound。
Offtheywent——superbrunnersinfinefettle。howtheyskimmedacrossthesnow,raisingitinlittlepuff—puff—puffs,eachtimetheirnimblefeetwentdown。Thiswayandthat,swervinganddodging,wentthechase。EverythingfavoredtheDog,——hisemptystomach,thecoldweather,thesoftsnow,——whiletheRabbitwashandicappedbyhisheavymealofalfalfa。Buthisfeetwentpuff——puffsofastthatadozenofthelittlesnow—jetswereinviewatonce。Thechasecontinuedintheopen;nofriendlyhedgewasnear,andeveryattempttoreachafencewascleverlystoppedbytheHound。Jack’searswerelosingtheirboldup—cock,asuresignoffailingheartorwind,whenallatoncetheseflagswentstifflyup,asundersuddenrenewalofstrength。TheWarhorseputforthallhispower,nottoreachthehedgetothenorth,butovertheopenprairieeastward。TheGreyhoundfollowed,andwithinfiftyyardstheJackdodgedtofoilhisfiercepursuer;butonthenexttackhewasonhiseasterncourseagain,andsotackinganddodging,hekeptthelinedirectforthenextfarm—house,wherewasaveryhighboardfencewithahen—hole,andwherealsotheredwelthisotherhatedenemy,thebigblackDog。AnouterhedgedelayedtheGreyhoundforamomentandgaveJacktimetodashthroughthehen—holeintotheyard,wherehehidtooneside。TheGreyhoundrushedaroundtothelowgate,leapedoverthatamongtheHens,andastheyfledcacklingandfluttering,someLambsbleatedloudly。Theirnaturalguardian,thebigblackDog,rantotherescue,andWarhorseslippedoutagainbytheholeatwhichhehadentered。HorriblesoundsofDoghateandfurywereheardbehindhiminthehen—yard,andsoontheshoutsofmenwereadded。Howitendedhedidnotknoworseektolearn,butitwasremarkablethatheneverafterwardwastroubledbytheswiftGreyhoundthatformerlylivedinNewchusen。
II
Hardtimesandeasytimeshadlongfollowedinturnandbeentakenasmattersofcourse;butrecentyearsintheStateofKaskadohadbroughttotheJack—rabbitsasuccessionofremarkableupsanddowns。IntheolddaystheyhadtheirendlessfightwithBirdsandBeastsofPrey,withcoldandheat,withpestilenceandwithflieswhosestingbredaloathsomedisease,andyethadheldtheirown。Butthesettlingofthecountrybyfarmersmademanychanges。
DogsandgunsarrivinginnumbersreducedtheranksofCoyotes,Foxes,Wolves,Badgers,andHawksthatpreyedontheJack,sothatinafewyearstheRabbitsweremultipliedingreatswarms;
butnowPestilencebrokeoutandsweptthemaway。Onlythestrongest——thedouble—seasoned——remained。ForawhileaJack—rabbitwasararity;butduringthistimeanotherchangecamein。TheOsage—orangehedgesplantedeverywhereaffordedanewrefuge,andnowthesafetyofaJack—rabbitwaslessoftenhisspeedthanhiswits,andthewiseones,whenpursuedbyaDogorCoyote,wouldrushtothenearesthedgethroughasmallholeandescapewhiletheenemysoughtforalargeronebywhichtofollow。TheCoyotesrosetothisanddevelopedthetrickoftherelaychase。InthisoneCoyotetakesonefield,anotherthenext,andiftheRabbitattemptsthe"hedge—ruse"theyworkfromeachsideandusuallywintheirprey。TheRabbitremedyforthis,iskeeneyestoseethesecondCoyote,avoidanceofthatfield,thengoodlegstodistancethefirstenemy。
ThustheJack—rabbits,afterbeingsuccessivelynumerous,scarce,inmyriads,andrare,werenowagainontheincrease,andthosewhichsurvived,selectedbyahundredhardtrials,wereenabledtoflourishwheretheirancestorscouldnothaveoutlivedasingleseason。
Theirfavoritegroundswere,notthebroadopenstretchesofthebigranches,butthecomplicated,much—fencedfieldsofthefarms,wheretheseweresosmallandcloseastobelikeabigstragglingvillage。
OneofthesevegetablevillageshadsprunguparoundtherailwaystationofNewchusen。ThecountryamileawaywaswellsuppliedwithJack—rabbitsofthenewandselectedstock。AmongthemwasalittleladyRabbitcalled"Bright—eyes,"fromherleadingcharacteristicasshesatgrayinthegraybrush。
Shewasagoodrunner,butwasespeciallysuccessfulwiththefence—playthatbaffledtheCoyotes。Shemadehernestoutinanopenpasture,anuntouchedtractoftheancientprairie。Hereherbroodwerebornandraised。Onelikeherselfwasbright—eyed,incoatofsilver—gray,andpartlygiftedwithherreadywits,butintheother,thereappearedararecombinationofhismother’sgiftswiththebestthatwasinthebeststrainofthenewJack—rabbitsoftheplains。
Thiswastheonewhoseadventureswehavebeenfollowing,theonethatlaterontheturfwonthenameofLittleWarhorseandthatafterwardachievedaworld—widefame。
Ancienttricksofhiskindherevivedandputtonewuses,andancientenemieshelearnedtofightwithnew—foundtricks。
WhenamerebabyhediscoveredaplanthatwasworthyofthewisestRabbitinKaskado。HewaspursuedbyahorriblelittleYellowDog,andhehadtriedinvaintogetridofhimbydodgingamongthefieldsandfarms。ThisisgoodplayagainstaCoyote,becausethefarmersandtheDogswilloftenhelptheJack,withoutknowingit,byattackingtheCoyote。Butnowtheplandidnotworkatall,forthelittleDogmanagedtokeepafterhimthroughonefenceafteranother,andJackWarhorse,notyetfull—grown,muchlessseasoned,wasbeginningtofeelthestrain。
Hisearswerenolongerupstraight,butanglingbackandattimesdroopingtoalevel,ashedartedthroughaverylittleholeinanOsagehedge,onlytofindthathisnimbleenemyhaddonethesamewithoutlossoftime。Inthemiddleofthefieldwasasmallherdofcattleandwiththemacalf。
Thereisinwildanimalsacuriousimpulsetotrustanystrangerwhenindesperatestraits。Thefoebehindtheyknowmeansdeath。
Thereisjustachance,andtheonlyoneleft,thatthestrangermayprovefriendly;anditwasthislastdesperatechancethatdrewJackWarhorsetotheCows。
ItisquitesurethattheCowswouldhavestoodbyinstolidindifferencesofarastheRabbitwasconcerned,buttheyhaveadeep—rootedhatredofadog,andwhentheysawtheYellowCurcomingboundingtowardthem,theirtailsandnoseswentup;theysniffedangrily,thenclosedupranks,andledbytheCowthatownedtheCalf,theychargedattheDog,whileJacktookrefugeunderalowthorn—bush。TheDogswervedasidetoattacktheCalf,atleasttheoldCowthoughthedid,andshefollowedhimsofiercelythathebarelyescapedfromthatfieldwithhislife。
Itwasagoodoldplan——onethatdoubtlesscamefromthedayswhenBuffaloandCoyoteplayedthepartsofCowandDog。Jackneverforgotit,andmorethanonceitsavedhislife。
Incoloraswellasinpowerhewasararity。
Animalsarecoloredinoneorotheroftwogeneralplans:onethatmatchesthemwiththeirsurroundingsandhelpsthemtohide——thisiscalled"protective";theotherthatmakesthemveryvisibleforseveralpurposes——thisiscalled"directive。"
Jack—rabbitsarepeculiarinbeingpaintedbothways。Astheysquatintheirforminthegraybrushorclods,theyaresoftgrayontheirears,head,back,andsides;theymatchthegroundandcannotbeseenuntilcloseathand——theyareprotectivelycolored。ButthemomentitiscleartotheJackthattheapproachingfoewillfindhim,hejumpsupanddashesaway。Hethrowsoffalldisguisenow,thegrayseemstodisappear;hemakesalightningchange,andhisearsshowsnowywhitewithblacktips,thelegsarewhite,histailisablackspotinablazeofwhite。Heisablack—and—whiteRabbitnow。Hiscoloringisalldirective。Howisitdone?Verysimply。Thefrontsideoftheearisgray,theback,blackandwhite。Theblacktailwithitswhitehalo,andthelegs,aretuckedbelow。Heissittingonthem。Thegraymantleispulleddownandenlargedashesits,butwhenhejumpsupitshrinkssomewhat,allhisblack—and—whitemarksarenowshown,andjustashiscolorsformerlywhispered,"Iamaclod,"theynowshoutaloud,"IamaJack—rabbit。"
Whyshouldhedothis?Whyshouldatimidcreaturerunningforhislifethusproclaimtoalltheworldhisnameinsteadoftryingtohide?Theremustbesomegoodreason。Itmustpay,ortheRabbitwouldneverhavedoneit。
Theansweris,ifthecreaturethatscaredhimupwasoneofhisownkind——i。e。,thiswasafalsealarm——thenatonce,byshowinghisnationalcolors,themistakeismaderight。Ontheotherhand,ifitbeaCoyote,Fox,orDog,theyseeatonce,thisisaJack—rabbit,andknowthatitwouldbewasteoftimeforthemtopursuehim。Theysayineffect,"ThisisaJack—rabbit,andI
cannotcatchaJackinopenrace。"Theygiveitup,andthat,ofcourse,savestheJackagreatdealofunnecessaryrunningandworry。Theblack—and—whitespotsarethenationaluniformandflagoftheJacks。Inpoorspecimenstheyareapttobedull,butinthefinestspecimenstheyarenotonlylarger,butbrighterthanusual,andtheLittleWarhorse,graywhenhesatinhisform,blazedlikecharcoalandsnow,whenheflunghisdefiancetotheFoxandbuffCoyote,anddancedwithlittleeffortbeforethem,firstablack—and—whiteJack,thenalittlewhitespot,andlastaspeckofthistledown,beforethedistanceswallowedhim。
Manyofthefarmers’Dogshadlearnedthelesson:"AgrayishRabbityoumaycatch,butaveryblack—and—whiteoneishopeless。"Theymight,indeed,followforatime,butthatwasmerelyforthefunofachivvy,andhisgrowingpoweroftenledWarhorsetoseekthechaseforthesakeofalittleexcitement,andtotakehazardsthatotherslessgiftedweremostcarefultoavoid。
Jack,likeallotherwildanimals,hadacertainrangeorcountrywhichwashometohim,andoutsideofthisherarelystrayed。Itwasaboutthreemilesacross,extendingeasterlyfromthecentreofthevillage。Scatteredthroughthishehadanumberof"forms,"or"beds"astheyarelocallycalled。Theseweremerehollowssituatedunderashelteringbushorbunchofgrass,withoutliningexceptingtheaccidentalgrassandin—blownleaves。Butcomfortwasnotforgotten。Someofthemwereforhotweather;theyfacedthenorth,werescarcelysunk,werelittlemorethanshadyplaces。Someforthecoldweatherweredeephollowswithsouthernexposure,andothersforthewetwerewellroofedwithherbageandfacedthewest。Inoneorotherofthesehespenttheday,andatnighthewentforthtofeedwithhiskind,sportingandrompingonthemoonlightnightslikealotofpuppyDogs,butcarefultobegonebysunrise,andsafelytuckedinabedthatwassuitedtotheweather。
ThesafestgroundfortheJackswasamongthefarms,wherenotonlyOsagehedges,butalsothenewlyarrivedbarb—wire,madehurdlesandhazardsinthepathofpossibleenemies。Butthefinestoftheforageisnearertothevillageamongthetruck—farms——thefinestofforageandthefiercestofdangers。
Someofthedangersoftheplainswerelacking,butthegreaterperilsofmen,guns,Dogs,andimpassablefencesaremuchincreased。YetthosewhoknewWarhorsebestwerenotatallsurprisedtofindthathehadmadeaforminthemiddleofamarket—gardener’smelon—patch。Ascoreofdangersbesethimhere,buttherewasalsoascoreofunusualdelightsandascoreofholesinthefencefortimeswhenhehadtofly,withatleasttwoscoreofexpedientstohelphimafterward。
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NewchusenwasatypicalWesterntown。Everywhereinit,weretobeseenstrenuouseffortsatuglification,crownedwithunmeasuredsuccess。Thestreetswerestraightlevellaneswithoutcurvesorbeauty—spots。Thehouseswerecheapandmeanstructuresofflimsyboardsandtarpaper,andnotevenhonestintheirugliness,foreachofthemwaspretendingtobesomethingbetterthanitself。Onehadafalsefronttomakeitlookliketwostories,anotherwasofimitationbrick,athirdpretendedtobeamarbletemple。
Butallagreedinbeingtheugliestthingseverusedashumandwellings,andineachcouldbereadtheowner’ssecretthought——tostanditforayearorso,thenmoveoutsomewhereelse。Theonlybeautiesoftheplace,andthoseunintentional,werethelonglinesofhand—plantedshade—trees,uglifiedasfaraspossiblewithwhitewashedtrunksandcroppyheads,butstilllovable,growing,livingthings。
Theonlybuildingintownwithatouchofpicturesquenesswasthegrainelevator。ItwasnotposingasaGreektempleoraSwisschalet,butsimplyastrong,rough,honest,grainelevator。Attheendofeachstreetwasavistaoftheprairie,withitsfarm—houses,windmillpumps,andlonglinesofOsage—orangehedges。Hereatleastwassomethingofinterest——thegray—greenhedges,thick,sturdy,andhigh,weredottedwiththeirgoldenmock—oranges,uselessfruit,butmorewelcomeherethanraininadesert;fortheseballswerethingsofbeauty,andswungontheirlongtoughboughstheyformedwiththesoftgreenleavesacolor—chordthatpleasedthewearyeye。
Suchatownisaplacetogetoutof,assoonaspossible,sothoughtthetravellerwhofoundhimselflaidoverherefortwodaysinlatewinter。Heaskedafterthesightsoftheplace。A
whiteMuskratstuffedinacase"downtothesaloon";oldBaccyBullin,whohadbeenscalpedbytheIndiansfortyyearsago;andapipeoncesmokedbyKitCarson,provedunattractive,soheturnedtowardtheprairie,stillwhitewithsnow。
AmarkamongthenumerousDogtrackscaughthiseye:itwasthetrackofalargeJack—rabbit。Heaskedapasser—byiftherewereanyRabbitsintown。
"No,Ireckonnot。Ineverseennone,"wastheanswer。A
mill—handgavethesamereply,butasmallboywithabundleofnewspaperssaid:"Youbetthereis;there’slotsofthemoutthereontheprairie,andtheycomeintowna—plenty。Why,there’sabig,bigfellerlivesrightroundSiKalb’smelon—patch——oh,anawfulbigfeller,andjustasblackandaswhiteascheckers!"andthushesentthestrangereastwardonhiswalk。
The"big,big,awfulbigone"wastheLittleWarhorsehimself。Hedidn’tliveinKalb’smelon—patch;hewasthereonlyatoddtimes。Hewasnottherenow;hewasinhiswest—frontingformorbed,becausearaweastwindwassettingin。ItwasdueeastofMadisonAvenue,andasthestrangerploddedthatwaytheRabbitwatchedhim。AslongasthemankepttheroadtheJackwasquiet,buttheroadturnedshortlytothenorth,andthemanbychanceleftitandcamestraighton。ThentheJacksawtroubleahead。
Themomentthemanleftthebeatentrack,heboundedfromhisform,andwheeling,hesailedacrosstheprairiedueeast。
AJack—rabbitrunningfromitsenemyordinarilycoverseightorninefeetatabound,andonceinfiveorsixbounds,itmakesanobservationhop,leapingnotalong,buthighintheair,soastogetaboveallherbageandbushesandtakeinthesituation。A
sillyyoungJackwillmakeanobservationhopasoftenasoneinfour,andsowasteagreatdealoftime。AcleverJackwillmakeonehopineightornine,doforobservation。ButJackWarhorseashesped,gotalltheinformationheneeded,inonehopoutofadozen,whiletentofourteenfeetwerecoveredbyeachofhisflyingbounds。Yetanotherpersonalpeculiarityshowedinthetrailheleft。WhenaCottontailoraWood—hareruns,histailiscurleduptightonhisback,anddoesnottouchthesnow。WhenaJackruns,histailhangsdownwardorbackward,withthetipcurvedorstraight,accordingtotheindividual;insome,itpointsstraightdown,andso,oftenleavesalittlestrokebehindthefoot—marks。TheWarhorse’stailofshiningblack,wasofunusuallength,andateverybound,itleftinthesnow,alongstroke,solongthatthatalonewasalmostenoughtotellwhichRabbithadmadethetrack。
NowsomeRabbitsseeingonlyamanwithoutanyDogwouldhavefeltlittlefear,butWarhorse,rememberingsomeformerstingingexperienceswithafar—killer,fledwhenthefoewasseventy—fiveyardsaway,andskimminglow,heransoutheasttoafencethatraneasterly。Behindthishewentlikealow—flyingHawk,tillamileawayhereachedanotherofhisbeds;andhere,afteranobservationtakenashestoodonhisheels,hesettledagaintorest。
Butnotforlong。Intwentyminuteshisgreatmegaphoneears,soclosetotheground,caughtaregularsound—crunch,crunch,crunch——thetrampofahumanfoot,andhestarteduptoseethemanwiththeshiningstickinhishand,nowdrawingnear。
Warhorseboundedoutandawayforthefence。Neveroncedidherisetoa"spy—hop"tillthewireandrailswerebetweenhimandhisfoe,anunnecessaryprecautionasitchanced,forthemanwaswatchingthetrailandsawnothingoftheRabbit。
Jackskimmedalong,keepinglowandlookingoutforotherenemies。Heknewnowthatthemanwasonhistrack,andtheoldinstinctbornofancestraltroublewithWeaselswasdoubtlesswhatpromptedhimtodothedoubletrail。Heraninalong,straightcoursetoadistantfence,followeditsfarsideforfiftyyards,thendoublingbackheretracedhistrailandranoffinanewdirectiontillhereachedanotherofhisdensorforms。
Hehadbeenoutallnightandwasveryreadytorest,nowthatthesunwasablazeonthesnow;buthehadhardlygottheplacealittlewarmedwhenthe"tramp,tramp,tramp"announcedtheenemy,andhehurriedaway。
Afterahalf—a—milerunhestoppedonaslightriseandmarkedthemanstillfollowing,sohemadeaseriesofwonderfulquirksinhistrail,asuccessionofblindzigzagsthatwouldhavepuzzledmosttrailers;thenrunningahundredyardspastafavoriteform,hereturnedtoitfromtheotherside,andsettledtorest,surethatnowtheenemywouldbefinallythrownoffthescent。
Itwasslowerthanbefore,butstillitcame——"tramp,tramp,tramp。"
Jackawoke,butsatstill。Themantrampedbyonthetrailonehundredyardsinfrontofhim,andashewenton,Jacksprangoutunseen,realizingthatthiswasanunusualoccasionneedingaspecialeffort。TheyhadgoneinavastcirclearoundthehomerangeoftheWarhorseandnowwerelessthanamilefromthefarm—houseoftheblackDog。Therewasthatwonderfulboardfencewiththehappilyplannedhen—hole。Itwasaplaceofgoodmemory——heremorethanoncehehadwon,hereespeciallyhehadbaffledtheGreyhound。
Thesedoubtlesswerethemotivethoughtsratherthananyplanofplayingoneenemyagainstanother,andWarhorseboundedopenlyacrossthesnowtothefenceofthebigblackDog。
Thehen—holewasshut,andWarhorse,notalittlepuzzled,sneakedaroundtofindanother,withoutsuccess,until,aroundthefront,herewasthegatewideopen,andinsidelyingonsomeboardswasthebigDog,fastasleep。TheHensweresittinghunchedupinthewarmestcorneroftheyard。ThehouseCatwasgingerlypickingherwayfrombarntokitchen,asWarhorsehaltedinthegateway。
Theblackformofhispursuerwascrawlingdownthefarwhiteprairieslope。Jackhoppedquietlyintotheyard。Along—leggedRooster,thatoughttohavemindedhisownbusiness,utteredaloudcackleashesawtheRabbithoppingnear。TheDoglyinginthesunraisedhisheadandstoodup,andJack’sperilwasdire。
Hesquattedlowandturnedhimselfintoagrayclod。Hediditcleverly,butstillmighthavebeenlostbutfortheCat。
Unwittingly,unwillingly,shesavedhim。TheblackDoghadtakenthreestepstowardtheWarhorse,thoughhedidnotknowtheRabbitwasthere,andwasnowblockingtheonlywayofescapefromtheyard,whentheCatcameroundthecornerofthehouse,andleapingtoawindow—ledgebroughtaflower—potrollingdown。
BythatsingleawkwardactshedisturbedthearmedneutralityexistingbetweenherselfandtheDog。Shefledtothebarn,andofcourseaflyingfoeisallthatisneededtosendaDogonthewar—path。TheypassedwithinthirtyfeetofthecrouchingRabbit。
Assoonastheywerewellgone,Jackturned,andwith—outevena"Thankyou,Pussy,"hefledtotheopenandawayonthehard—beatenroad。
TheCathadbeenrescuedbytheladyofthehouse;theDogwasoncemoresprawlingontheboardswhenthemanonJack’strailarrived。Hecarried,notagun,butastoutstick,sometimescalled"dog—medicine,"andthatwasallthatpreventedtheDogattackingtheenemyofhisprey。
Thisseemedtobetheendofthetrail。Thetrick,whetherplannedornot,wasasuccess,andtheRabbitgotridofhistroublesomefollower。
NextdaythestrangermadeanothersearchfortheJackandfound,nothimself,buthistrack。Heknewitbyitstail—mark,itslongleapsandfewspy—hops,butwithitandrunningbyitwasthetrackofasmallerRabbit。Hereiswheretheymet,heretheychasedeachotherinplay,fornosignsofbattleweretheretobeseen;heretheyfedorsattogetherinthesun,theretheyambledsidebyside,andhereagaintheysportedinthesnow,alwaystogether。Therewasonlyoneconclusion:thiswasthematingseason。ThiswasapairofJack—rabbits——theLittleWarhorseandhismate。
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NextsummerwasawonderfulyearfortheJack—rabbits。AfoolishlawhadsetabountyonHawksandOwlsandhadcausedageneralmassacreofthesefeatheredpolicemen。ConsequentlytheRabbitshadmultipliedinsuchnumbersthattheynowwerethreateningtodevastatethecountry。
Thefarmers,whowerethesufferersfromthebountylaw,aswellasthemakersofit,decidedonagreatRabbitdrive。Allthecountywasinvitedtocome,onagivenmorning,tothemainroadnorthofthecounty,withtheintentionofsweepingthewholeregionup—windandatlengthdrivingtheRabbitsintoahugecorralofclosewirenetting。Dogswerebarredasunmanageable,andgunsasdangerousinacrowd;buteverymanandboycarriedacoupleoflongsticksandabagfullofstones。Womencameonhorsebackandinbuggies;manycarriedrattlesorhornsandtinstomakeanoise。Anumberofthebuggiestrailedastringofoldcansortiedlathstoscrapeonthewheel—spokes,andthusaddnolittletothedeafeningclatterofthedrive。AsRabbitshavemarvellouslysensitivehearing,anoisethatisdistractingtomankind,islikelytoprovebewilderingtothem。
Theweatherwasright,andateightinthemorningthewordtoadvancewasgiven。Thelinewasaboutfivemileslongatfirst,andtherewasamanoraboyeverythirtyorfortyyards。Thebuggiesandriderskeptperforcealmostentirelytotheroads;
butthebeatersweresupposed,asapointofhonor,tofaceeverything,andkeepthefrontunbroken。Theadvancewasroughlyinthreesidesofasquare。Eachmanmadeasmuchnoiseashecould,andthreshedeverybushinhispath。AnumberofRabbitshoppedout。Somemadeforthelines,tobeatonceassailedbyashowerofstonesthatlaidmanyofthemlow。Oneortwodidgetthroughandescaped,butthemajorityweresweptbeforethedrive。Atfirstthenumberseenwassmall,butbeforethreemileswerecoveredtheRabbitswererunningaheadineverydirection。
Afterfivemiles——andthattookaboutthreehours——thewordforthewingstocloseinwasgiven。Thespacebetweenthemenwasshorteneduptilltheywerelessthantenfeetapart,andthewholedriveconvergedonthecorralwithitstwolongguidewingsorfences;theendlinesjoinedthesewings,andthesurroundwascomplete。Thedriversmarchedrapidlynow;scoresoftheRabbitswerekilledastheyrantoonearthebeaters。Theirbodiesstrewedtheground,buttheswarmsseemedtoincrease;andinthefinalmove,beforethevictimswerecoopedupinthecorral,thetwo—acrespacesurroundedwasawhirlingthrongofskurrying,jumping,boundingRabbits。Roundandroundtheycircledandleaped,lookingforachancetoescape;buttheinexorablecrowdgrewthickerastheringgrewsteadilysmaller,andthewholeswarmwasforcedalongthechuteintothetightcorral,sometosquatstupidlyinthemiddle,sometoraceroundtheouterwall,sometoseekhidingincornersorundereachother。
AndtheLittleWarhorse——wherewasheinallthis?Thedrivehadswepthimalong,andhehadbeenoneofthefirsttoenterthecorral。Butacuriousplanofselectionhadbeenestablished。Thepenwastobeadeath—trapfortheRabbits,exceptthebest,thesoundest。Andmanyweretherethatwereunsound;thosethatthinkofallwildanimalsaspureandperfectthings,wouldhavebeenshockedtoseehowmanyhalt,maimed,anddiseasedtherewereinthatpenoffourthousandorfivethousandJack—rabbits。
ItwasaRomanvictory——therabbleofprisonerswastobebutchered。Thechoicestweretobereservedforthearena。Thearena?Yes,thatistheCoursingPark。
Inthatcorraltrap,preparedbeforehandfortheRabbits,wereanumberofsmallboxesalongthewall,awholeseriesofthem,fivehundredatleast,eachlargeenoughtoholdoneJack。
Inthelastrushofdriving,theswiftestJacksgotfirsttothepen。Somewereswiftandsilly;whenonceinsidetheyrushedwildlyroundandround。Somewereswiftandwise;theyquicklysoughtthehidingaffordedbythelittleboxes;allofthesewerenowfull。Thusfivehundredoftheswiftestandwisesthadbeenselected,in,notbyanymeansaninfallibleway,butthesimplestandreadiest。ThesefivehundredweredestinedtobecoursedbyGreyhounds。Thesurgingmassofoverfourthousandwereruthlesslygiventoslaughter。