THE VARYING HARE 



piteous that it will spoil your pleasant 

 dreams of sport for many a night. 



After a snowfall a single hare will in 

 one night make such a multitude of 

 tracks as will persuade you that a dozen 

 have been abroad. Perhaps the trail is 

 so intricately tangled with a purpose of 

 misleading pursuit, perhaps it is but the 

 record of saunterings as idle as your 

 own. 



As thus you wander through the 

 pearl - enameled arches, your roving 

 glances are arrested by a rounded form 

 which, as white and motionless as every- 

 thing around it, yet seems in some 

 way not so lifeless. You note that the 

 broad footprints end there, and then be- 

 come aware of two wide, bright eyes, 

 unblinkingly regarding you from the 

 fluffy tuft of whiteness. How perfectly 

 assured he is of his invisibility, and if 

 he had but closed his bright eyes you 

 might not guess that he was anything 

 but a snow-covered clump of moss. 

 How still and breathless he sits till you 

 almost touch him, and then the white 

 clod suddenly flashes into life and im- 

 petuous motion, bounding away in a 



