WATER TRAILS OF THE CERISO 



them at any moment. Rabbits are a fool- 

 ish people. They do not fight except with 

 their own kind, nor use their paws except 

 for feet, and appear to have no reason for 

 existence but to furnish meals for meat- 

 eaters. In flight they seem to rebound from 

 the earth of their own elasticity, but keep 

 a sober pace going to the spring. It is the 

 young watercress that tempts them and the 

 pleasures of society, for they seldom drink. 

 Even in localities where there are flowing 

 streams they seem to prefer the moisture 

 that collects on herbage, and after rains 

 may be seen rising on their haunches to 

 drink delicately the clear drops caught in 

 the tops of the young sage. But drink 

 they must, as I have often seen them morn- 

 ings and evenings at the rill that goes by 

 my door. Wait long enough at the Lone 

 Tree Spring and sooner or later they will 

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