t can hold out against its foes. But Rag's life was proof that once a rabbit passes out of his youth he is

coons, weasels, minks, snakes, hawks, owls, and men, and even insects were all plotting to kill them. They had hundr

under the wreck of a barbedwire hog-pen by the spring. But once there they co

f the hound against a skunk that had seemed

eral times run into the water by the cat, and many times was chased by hawks and owls, but for each kind of danger there was a safeguard. His mother taught him the principal

the trail of one of the Cottontails. It was nearly always Rag that they ran, for the young buck enjoy

es the dog again, I m

son!" she might reply. "I fea

and it's all good training. I'll thump if I am too hard presse

nt a thumping telegram for help, which brought Molly to take charge of the dog, or he got rid of the dog

er-patch, where he 'wound'-that is, zig-zagged-till he left a course so crooked that the dog was sure to be greatly delayed in working it out. He then went straight to D in the woods, passing one hop to windward of the high log E. Stopping at D, he followed his back trail to F; here he leaped

d after losing much time, struck the trail which ended suddenly at G. Again he was at fault, and had to circle to find the trail. Wider and wider circles, until

f the log, and stopped to smell it. 'Yes, clearly it was rabb

wind was right; he had his mind made up to bolt as soon as Ranger came half way up. But he didn't come. A yellow cur would ha