CHAPTER VI. 

 HARRY WRIGHT'S SANDY RABBIT. 



Dick came home, one night, and told 

 my father that he had again found a 

 hedge set with snares, at the bottom of the 

 clover field. This was the same field where I 

 had stood in the saw pit, and shot at the moon. 

 I hear that people shoot the moon, nowadays, 

 some times. 



We all three went out that evening to watch 

 the snares, I being again placed, as a stop, at 

 the end near Chesham. We remained watch- 

 ing until after eleven o'clock, and then father 



