no WILD LIFE AT HOME. 



saw one, after giving a long run, jump on to a 

 stone wall five feet high, and die there long before 

 the hounds reached the spot. When they did 

 come up she simply rolled off' an inert mass into 

 the first dog's mouth that seized her. 



I have often watched both old and young hares 

 scampering fearlessly about in Lord Aldenham's 

 grounds, close to Elstree, during broad daylight 

 when it would have been quite possible to photo- 

 graph them with a telephoto lens. 



Sometimes young hares will lie very close in 

 their forms, and I have seen them, on several 

 occasions, picked up Avhcn more than half-grown. 

 We were very anxious to photograph one of these 

 close liers, and came within an ace of succeeding 

 one day, when our purpose was defeated by a 

 curious accident. A keeper and I had found the 

 sitter between two rows of spring wheat, and 

 standing back we beckoned my brother, who was 

 searching some distance away, towards us. In ad- 

 vancing he disturbed an adult hare, which ran 

 right over the leveret, and scared it away. We 

 asked the game-watcher to telegraph to us if he 

 should ever be fortunate enough to find any 

 young leverets in their form, and one morning my 

 brother received a welcome summons at his office in 

 Fleet Street. An old shepherd had found us a couple 

 of sweet little baby hares in a big tuft of pasture- 

 grass at seven o'clock, but when the photographer 

 reached the place between eleven and twelve they 



