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ments as on land sent him through the water, 

 and thus he found he could swim. On he went 

 till he reached the sunken log and scrambled up 

 by his dripping mother on the high dry end, 

 with a rushy screen around them and the Water 

 that tells no tales. After this in warm black 

 nights when that old fox from Springfield came 

 prowling through the Swamp, Rag would note 

 the place of the bullfrog's voice, for in case of 

 direst need it might be a guide to safety. 

 And thenceforth the words of the song that 

 the bullfrog sang were, ' Come, come, in danger 

 come. ' 



This was the latest study that Rag took up 

 with his mother — it was really a post-graduate 

 course, for many little rabbits never learn it at 

 all. 



VI 



No wild animal dies of old age. Its life has 

 soon or late a tragic end. It is only a question 

 of how long it can hold out against its foes. 

 But Rag's life was proof that once a rabbit passes 

 out of his youth he is likely to outlive his prime 



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