. Wild life near home . , just to try the mettle of her an-tagonist. The cat was scared, and before he got himselftogether, Molly, with a mighty bound, was inthe air again, and, as she flashed over him, shefetched him a stunning whack on the head thatknocked him endwise. He was on his feet in aninstant, but just in time to receive a stingingblow on the ear that sent him sprawling severalfeet down the hill. The rabbit seemed constantlyin the air. Back and forth, over and over thecat she flew, and with every bound landed aterrific kick with her powerful hind feet, thatwas followed by a puff of y
. Wild life near home . , just to try the mettle of her an-tagonist. The cat was scared, and before he got himselftogether, Molly, with a mighty bound, was inthe air again, and, as she flashed over him, shefetched him a stunning whack on the head thatknocked him endwise. He was on his feet in aninstant, but just in time to receive a stingingblow on the ear that sent him sprawling severalfeet down the hill. The rabbit seemed constantlyin the air. Back and forth, over and over thecat she flew, and with every bound landed aterrific kick with her powerful hind feet, thatwas followed by a puff of yellow fur. The cat could not stand up to this. Everyparticle of breath and fight was knocked out ofhim at about the third kick. The green light inhis eyes was the light of terror. He got quicklyto a bush, and ran away, else I believe that theold rabbit would have beaten him to death. The seven young ones in the nest were un-harmed. Molly grunted and stamped at me forlooking at them; but I was too big to kick as she[230]. Seven youug ones in the nest. had just kicked the cat, and I could not be ledaway to chase her, as she would have led a little fellows were nearly ready to leave thenest. A few weeks later, when the wheat wascut in the field above, one of the seven was killedby the long, fearful knife of the reaper.[231] Perhaps the other six survived until I^ovem-ber, the beginning of the gunning season. Butwhen the slaughter was past, if one lived, he re-membered more than once the cry of the hounds,the crack of the gun, and the sting of shot. Hehas won a few months respite from his humanenemies; but this is not peace. There is nopeace for him. He may escape a long time yet;but his foes are too many for him. He fights agood fight, but must lose at last. [232] BRICK-TOP
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