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CHAPTER XIII. 
THE WARREN—RABBIT-BURROWS—FERRETS—THE QUARRY 
—THE FOREST—SQUIRRELS—DEER—DYING RABBIT—A 
HAWK. 
UNDER the trunks of the great trees the hedges are 
usually thinner, and need repairing frequently ; and 
so it happens that at the top of the home-field, besides 
the gap leading into the ash copse, there is another 
some distance away beneath a mighty oak. By . 
climbing up the mound, and pushing through the 
brake fern which grows thickly between the bushes, 
entrance is speedily gained to the wide rolling stretch 
of open pasture called the Warren. The contrast with 
the small enclosed meadow just left is very striking. 
A fresh breeze comes up from the lake, which, though 
not seen in this particular spot, borders the plain-like 
field in one part. 
The ground is not level; it undulates, now sink- 
ing into wide hollows, now rising in rounded ridges, 
and the turf (not mown but grazed) is elastic under 
the foot, almost like that of the downs in the distance. 
This rolling surface increases the sense of largeness— 
of width—because it is seldom possible to see the 
