CHAPTER V 



A DELUSIVE REFUGE 



The night after that terrible chase the hare 

 made his way back to the farm ; but there he 

 met only fresh troubles. First he was driven 

 from Johanna's Garden by a man cutting the 

 hedge, and compelled to slink away in a blaze 

 of sunshine, which was torture to him ; next, 

 when sitting in the clover he was pestered by a 

 yearling, that kept rubbing him with her nose. 

 Despite the buffeting he gave her, she annoyed 

 him so much that in the end he had no choice 

 but to get up and steal away to the cabbage-pile. 

 A week later he was driven from this retreat by 

 old Betty, who came and cut the very cabbage 

 that sheltered him. Thereupon he returned to 

 the seat on the hedge, and continued to use it 

 until one morning he found a weasel curled up 

 there. Then he forsook it for good. 



That night, when considering where he should 

 pass the coming day, his thoughts, as always in 



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