Little Warhorse 
but recent years in the State of Kaskado had 
brought to the Jack-rabbits a succession of re- 
markable ups and downs. In the old days they 
had their endless fight with Birds and Beasts 
of Prey, with cold and heat, with pestilence 
and with flies whose sting bred a loathsome 
disease, and yet had held their own. But the 
settling of the country by farmers made many 
changes. 
Dogs and guns arriving in numbers reduced 
the ranks of Coyotes, Foxes, Wolves, Badgers, 
and Hawks that preyed on the Jack, so that 
in a few years the Rabbits were multiplied in 
great swarms; but now Pestilence broke out 
and swept them away. Only the strongest—the 
double-seasoned—remained. For a while a 
Jack-rabbit was a rarity; but during this time 
another change came in. The Osage-orange 
hedges planted everywhere afforded a new 
refuge, and now the safety of a Jack-rabbit 
was less often his speed than his wits, and the 
wise ones, when pursued by a Dog or Coyote, 
would rush to the nearest hedge through a 
small hole and escape while the enemy sought 
for a larger one by which to follow. The Coy- 
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