4: 
Little Warhorse 
that hindered the Jack more than it did the 
Hound. 
Off they went—superb runners in fine 
fettle. How they skimmed across the snow, 
raising it in little puffp—puff—puffs, each time 
their nimble feet went down. This way and 
that, swerving and dodging, went the chase. 
Everything favored the Dog,—his empty 
stomach, the cold weather, the soft snow,— 
while the Rabbit was handicapped by his 
heavy meal of alfalfa. But his feet went puff 
— puff so fast that a dozen of the little snow- 
jets were in view at once. The chase contin- 
ued in the open; no friendly hedge was near, 
and every attempt to reach a fence was clev- 
erly stopped by the Hound. Jack’s ears were 
losing their bold up-cock, a sure sign of failing 
heart or wind, when all at once these flags went 
stiffly up, as under sudden renewal of strength. 
The Warhorse put forth all his power, not to 
reach the hedge to the north, but over the open 
prairie eastward. The Greyhound followed, 
and within fifty yards the Jack dodged to foil 
his fierce pursuer; but on the next tack he was 
on his eastern course again, and so tacking 
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