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Little Warhorse 
of shining black, was of unusual length, and at 
every bound, it left in the snow, a long stroke, 
so long that that alone was almost enough to 
tell which Rabbit had made the track. 
Now some Rabbits seeing only a man with- 
out any Dog would have felt little fear, but 
Warhorse, remembering some former stinging 
experiences with a far-killer, fled when the foe 
was seventy-five yards away, and skimming 
low, he ran southeast to a fence that ran east- 
erly. Behind this he went like a low-flying 
Hawk, till a mile away he reached another of 
his beds; and here, after an observation taken 
as he stood on his heels, he settled again to 
rest. 
But not for long. In twenty minutes his 
great megaphone ears, so close to the ground, 
caught a regular sound—crunch, crunch, crunch 
—the tramp of a human foot, and he started 
up to see the man with the shining stick in his 
hand, now drawing near. 
Warhorse bounded out and away for the 
fence. 
till the wire and rails were between him and 
his foe, an unnecessary precaution as it chanced, 
Never once did he rise to a “spy-hop”’ 
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