Hedgerow Life 
but, put it off as they may, for all the 
smaller ones, at any rate, the end must 
come some day. ‘The chase or the sud- 
den capture, a squeal or a flutter, and one 
more wild thing has gone the same way 
as all its ancestors before it. 
The bank here, where the ground is 
sandy, is quite honeycombed with rabbit- 
holes, and their runs can be seen from 
one to the other, and for long distances 
out into the fields—regular pathways, as 
plain and well defined as a path can be. 
Here the bunnies run about and play 
and feed. For they are funny, playful 
little creatures, fond of running after 
one another, and playing leap-frog, or 
some such game. There isn’t one to 
be seen, but there are dozens in their 
underground retreats waiting for us to 
pass. Our footsteps betrayed our ap- 
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