Little Warhorse 
sides; they match the ground and cannot be 
seen until close at hand—they are frotectively 
colored. But the moment it is clear to the 
Jack that the approaching foe will find him, he 
jumps up and dashes away. He throws off all 
disguise now, the gray seems to disappear; he 
makes a lightning change, and his ears show 
snowy white with black tips, the legs are white, 
his tail is a black spot in a blaze of white. He 
is a black-and-white Rabbit now. His color- 
ing is all airective. How is it done? Very 
simply. The front side of the ear is gray, the 
back, black and white. The black tail with its 
white halo, and the legs, are tucked below. He 
is sitting on them. The gray mantle is pulled 
down and enlarged as he sits, but when he 
jumps up it shrinks somewhat, all his black-and- 
white marks are now shown, and just as his 
colors formerly whispered, ‘“‘I am a clod,” they 
now shout aloud, “I am a Jack-rabbit.”’ 
Why should he do this? Why should a 
timid creature running for his life thus proclaim 
to all the world his name instead of trying to 
hide? There must be some good reason. It 
must pay, or the Rabbit would never have done 
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