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himself. Division of labor has its disad- 

 vantages. Ploughed land seems to be the 

 best for hares, and every few minutes one 

 goes bounding out from a furrow and 

 vaulting from one hummock to another. 

 Occasionally one will jump wild but the 

 dogs usually manage to get him back to one 

 of the hunters. All at once the clappers 

 stop their racket and every one looks to see 

 what game is coming. A couple of big 

 wood-pigeons are bearing for us bow on. 

 Nearer they come and larger they grow, 

 until it is too late for them to pass put 

 their tails as hard to port as they may. 

 Their white-lined wings go with misty 

 speed and they spring away from each 

 other overhead. Three or four guns 

 belch forth rolling volumes of smoke, and 

 the hurtling storm of lead perforates 

 atmosphere and pigeons alike. Down 

 come both birds together, twisting and 

 whirling and losing downy feathers as 

 they fall. Little straw-colored Harold 

 runs out and brings in the biggest bird, 

 wiping the blood from its bill with his 

 fingers and then wiping his fingers on his 



