. The bird . Nevertheless, slander was busy in its detraction;its face was too small, said its enemies, and it was verygluttonous. To-day, I might subscribe to these asser-tions; but at seven years of age I fought for the honourof my rabbit! Alas ! there was no need to make it thesubject of dispute, it lived so short a time. One Sunday,my mother having set out for the town with my sisterand eldest brother, we were wandering—we, the littleones — in the enclosure, when a sudden report brokeover our heads. A strange cry, like an infants firstmoan, followed it close at hand. My rabbit had beenwoun
. The bird . Nevertheless, slander was busy in its detraction;its face was too small, said its enemies, and it was verygluttonous. To-day, I might subscribe to these asser-tions; but at seven years of age I fought for the honourof my rabbit! Alas ! there was no need to make it thesubject of dispute, it lived so short a time. One Sunday,my mother having set out for the town with my sisterand eldest brother, we were wandering—we, the littleones — in the enclosure, when a sudden report brokeover our heads. A strange cry, like an infants firstmoan, followed it close at hand. My rabbit had beenwounded by a flash of fire. The unfortunate beast hadtransgressed beyond the vineyard-hedge, and a neigh-bour, having nothing better to do, had amused himselfwith shooting at it. I was in time to see it rise up, bleeding. Sogreat was my grief that I almost choked, utterly unableto sob out a single word. But for my father, whoreceived me in his arms, and by gentle words gave myfull heart relief, I should have
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