10 Wild Life in a Southern County. 
well the irregular shape taken by lumps of earth. 
Both hares and rabbits may be watched with ease from 
an elevation, and if you remain quiet will rarely dis- 
cover your presence while you are above them. They 
keep a sharp look-out all round, but never think of 
glancing upwards, unless, of course, some unusual 
noise attracts attention. 
Looking away from the brow of the hill here over 
the rampart, see, yonder in the narrow hollow a flock 
is feeding: you can tell even so far off that it is 
feeding, because the sheep are scattered about, dotted 
hither and thither over the surface. It is their habit 
the moment they are driven to run together. Farther 
away, slowly travelling up a distant down, another 
flock, packed close, rises towards the ridge, like a 
thick white mist stealthily ascending the slope. 
Just outside the trench, almost within reach, there 
lies a small white something, half hidden by the grass. 
It is the skull of a hare, bleached by the winds and 
the dew and the heat of the summer sun. The ske- 
leton has disappeared, nothing but the bony casing 
of the head remains, with its dim suggestiveness of 
life, polished and smooth from the friction of the 
elements. Holding it in the hand the shadow falls 
into and darkens the cavities once filled by the wistful 
eyes which whilom glanced down from the summit 
here upon the sweet clover fields beneath. Beasts of 
prey and wandering dogs have carried away the bones 
of the skeleton, dropping them far apart; the crows 
