. The story of Aaron (so named) : the son of Ben Ali ; told by his friends and acquaintances . until I seeyou with a hot spark in your ear. He settled himself again and resumed hisstory, but this time he kept one eye on the pineknot. VI. A BUN THROUGH THE WOODS. As I was saying, Rambler went on, thescent was as plain as the nose on your face, and,although I passed it over, one of the other dogshad a hint of it and whimpered over it. Thisdog afterwards made a very good track had what they call a cold nose, and he washard headed enough to hang on. But at thattime he was young and foolish,
. The story of Aaron (so named) : the son of Ben Ali ; told by his friends and acquaintances . until I seeyou with a hot spark in your ear. He settled himself again and resumed hisstory, but this time he kept one eye on the pineknot. VI. A BUN THROUGH THE WOODS. As I was saying, Rambler went on, thescent was as plain as the nose on your face, and,although I passed it over, one of the other dogshad a hint of it and whimpered over it. Thisdog afterwards made a very good track had what they call a cold nose, and he washard headed enough to hang on. But at thattime he was young and foolish, and new to thebusiness. He had no mind of his own. So Iwent back to the trail, picked up the scent andwent along with it slowly, as if it were a tediousjob to unravel it. What I wanted to do was to follow it untilit crossed some other trail, and then pick up thenew one and carry Old Grizzly away from theSon of Ben Ali. But it was impossible. Noone had passed, and so we ran on after the Sonof Ben Ali. The next best thing to finding some other . p/r -^?£vv->, y? i — - *• *. .— *e\. I WAS CLOSE TO THE RAHWT • A RUN THROUGH THE WOODS. 87 track, I thought, was to get out of sight of OldGrizzly. I let myself out a little, the other dogsdid the same, and in a few moments we hadleft Old Grizzly behind. Right then I didsomething I have never done before, and thatwas to try to catch a rabbit, when I was hunt-ing a different kind of game. While we weregoing along, full tilt, a big fat rabbit jumpedup right under my nose. I dashed after it ashard as I could go, and the other dogs cametumbling after. I was so close to the rabbitthat it turned before going into the swamp. Imade it turn again, and it ran into the mouthof one of my companions. The others ran up,and they had quite a fight over the rabbit,tearing it to pieces in short order. I was hun-gry myself, and nothing would have pleased mebetter than to rush in and take the rabbit awayfrom my companions. But I did nt have tim
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