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a mule struck by a locomotive, and with 

 ears laid back and short tail bobbing be- 

 gins to measure off the ground in rods. 

 A No. 10 roar calls out for him to halt, 

 and through the smoke we see the hare 

 tumbling and rolling and kicking sand 

 and grass into the air. A boy runs for- 

 ward, and grabbing the heavy animal by 

 its hind legs throws it over his shoulder 

 and hurries back to the line. A hare 

 weighs as much as a shotgun, but no boy 

 ever felt too tired to carry one of them. 

 Another flash further down the line, and 

 another an instant later, excite the boys 

 to the development of a tin pandemonium. 

 There goes a hare which was not hit 

 and three dogs start after him at once. 

 Over the meadow they go at a tremendous 

 rate, the hare hardly touching the ground 

 with his feet, but in a brown and white 

 line of waving motion leading the canines 

 easily. Were he to keep straight on at 

 this rate he would be in Moscow in time 

 for luncheon, but playful in his fleetness he 

 turns, and circling back runs almost up to 

 Hvide, who strikes him in the fore quarter 



