roads, and lay it open to his nimble feet as the 

 sky lies open to the swallow's wings. 



But how maddening these roads are to the 

 dogs and foxes ! In the first place, they have a 

 peculiar way of beginning nowhere in particular, 

 and of vanishing all at once, in the same blind 



'' Calamity is hot oil his track." 



fashion. I am not sure that I ever found a satis- 

 factory end to a rabbit's road that is, a nest, a 

 playground, or even a feeding-place. Old Ca- 

 lamity, the hound, is always tormented and 

 undone whenever she runs foul of a rabbit 

 road. 



She will start Bunny in the open field, and trail 

 away after him in full tongue as fast as her fat 

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