I04 R<^ggy^i^g 



He was no match for his foe, and it soon be- 

 came a question of saving his own life. 



Hurt as he was he sprang away, with the 

 stranger in full chase, and bound to kill him as 

 well as to oust him from the Swamp where he 

 was born. Rag's legs were good and so was 

 his wind. The stranger was big and so heavy 

 that he soon gave up the chase, and it was well 

 for poor Rag that he did, for he was getting 

 stiff from his wounds as well as tired. From 

 that day began a reign of terror for Rag. His 

 training had been against owls, dogs, weasels, 

 men, and so on, but what to do when chased 

 by another rabbit, he did not know. All he 

 knew was to lay low till he was found, then 

 run. 



Poor little Molly was completely terrorized; 

 she could not help Rag and sought only to 

 hide. But the big buck soon found her out. 

 She tried to run from him, but she was not 

 now so swift as Rag. The stranger made no 

 attempt to kill her, but he made love to her, 

 and because she hated him and tried to get 

 away, he treated her shamefully. Day after 

 day he worried her by following her about, 

 and often, furious at her lasting hatred, he 

 would knock her down and tear out mouthfuls 

 of her soft fur till his rage cooled somewhat. 



