across the patch of lighted ground. 

 One, a dozen rabbits, big and little, 

 followed him. Circling, he came back 

 again and again, each time nearer to 

 the queer little sun. What he did 

 others did, in augmenting numbers 

 until we counted twenty playing the 

 game of "Follow the Leader." It 

 was a weird sight a Rabbit Shadow 

 Dance. Hop hop, hippity, hop, back- 

 wards and forth and around went 

 the shadows a fairy scene. Nimrod 

 slipped away to get his camera. 

 The rabbits hardly noticed him, so 

 interested were they in their game. 



In every group there is always a 

 foolhardy one and curiosity is a 

 strong motive power, even in 

 rabbits. One little fellow began to 

 examine the camera and actually 

 sat on top as though it were a stump. 

 Bobbie could not resist putting out 

 his hand and seizing the rabbit by 

 the ears. It set up a sharp squealing. 

 At the same moment a venturesome 

 Jack came so close to the lamp in his 

 investigations that he burned his nose 

 and sprang back. 



Instantly every rabbit disappeared. 

 Warned of the danger by their 



