158 En Klapjagt Paa Danske Fjelde. 



with a stray shot. Off he scurries, handi- 

 capped, with one of the dogs close at his 

 heels ; but it seems as though a bar of 

 steel prevented the dog from gaining the 

 last necessary foot of distance, while the 

 hare bounds up and down so fast that I 

 wonder why he does n't shake his head off 

 or fray the end of his tail. Hares are put 

 together with strings, and this one does 

 not even shake an ear loose. The shooters 

 hold their breaths in their intense inter- 

 est. Suddenly the hare doubles, and 

 the dog in the funniest kind of a way 

 goes sprawling several yards past before 

 he can acquire the saw-horse stiff-legged- 

 ness which he requires for stopping. An- 

 other dog springs open-mouthed on the 

 hare, but he opens his mouth too widely 

 or something of the sort, because the hare 

 seemed to pop right through him and 

 come out smiling. The third dog joins the 

 first one, and together they dash furiously 

 through the grass and out across the 

 ploughed field. The hare misses his 

 footing and a gleam of white belly fur 

 appears for an instant as he rolls on a 



