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furrow. The dogs make a dive for him, 

 but they are too simultaneous and stand 

 themselves up like three muskets on an 

 armory floor. The hare has all of the 

 room and time that he wants, and leaves 

 the dogs standing as pigeon-toed and dis- 

 couraged as a man with a broken collar- 

 button on a hot evening at the theater. 

 A puff of smoke and a loud bang are fol- 

 lowed by a reaping of grass leaves about 

 the hare, and the dogs have an oppor- 

 tunity to "quit their fooling." It seems 

 as much a pity to let off that hare's energy 

 as it does to waste the steam from an en- 

 gine at the end of a day's work. 



As we start on again Bjoernstjerne 

 quickly jumps around and fires into the 

 turnip leaves through which we have just 

 passed, bagging a hare and half a dozen 

 turnips, but letting a boy get off as a fast 

 driver to the right without hitting him. 

 Notwithstanding the noise and distur- 

 bance the hare had lain so close that he 

 was passed unobserved and might have 

 escaped if he had allowed us to do the de- 

 parting instead of trying to do part of it 



