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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, when he 

 would let her go for a while. But his fixed 



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