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“
The
beggars
run
’
way
ahead
,
at
first
.
”
“
I
should
say
so
.
See
them
run
,
—
little
specks
.
Every
now
and
then
they
sit
up
,
their
ears
straight
up
,
in
the
air
.
”
“
Here
,
look
,
Hilma
,
there
goes
one
close
by
.
”
From
out
of
the
ground
apparently
,
some
twenty
yards
distant
,
a
great
jack
sprang
into
view
,
bounding
away
with
tremendous
leaps
,
his
black
-
tipped
ears
erect
.
He
disappeared
,
his
grey
body
losing
itself
against
the
grey
of
the
ground
.
“
Oh
,
a
big
fellow
.
”
“
Hi
,
yonder
’
s
another
.
”
“
Yes
,
yes
,
oh
,
look
at
him
run
.
”
From
off
the
surface
of
the
ground
,
at
first
apparently
empty
of
all
life
,
and
seemingly
unable
to
afford
hiding
place
for
so
much
as
a
field
-
mouse
,
jack
-
rabbits
started
up
at
every
moment
as
the
line
went
forward
.
At
first
,
they
appeared
singly
and
at
long
intervals
;
then
in
twos
and
threes
,
as
the
drive
continued
to
advance
.
They
leaped
across
the
plain
,
and
stopped
in
the
distance
,
sitting
up
with
straight
ears
,
then
ran
on
again
,
were
joined
by
others
;
sank
down
flush
to
the
soil
—
their
ears
flattened
;
started
up
again
,
ran
to
the
side
,
turned
back
once
more
,
darted
away
with
incredible
swiftness
,
and
were
lost
to
view
only
to
be
replaced
by
a
score
of
others
.
Gradually
,
the
number
of
jacks
to
be
seen
over
the
expanse
of
stubble
in
front
of
the
line
of
teams
increased
.
Their
antics
were
infinite
.
No
two
acted
precisely
alike
.
Some
lay
stubbornly
close
in
a
little
depression
between
two
clods
,
till
the
horses
’
hoofs
were
all
but
upon
them
,
then
sprang
out
from
their
hiding
-
place
at
the
last
second
.
Others
ran
forward
but
a
few
yards
at
a
time
,
refusing
to
take
flight
,
scenting
a
greater
danger
before
them
than
behind
.
Still
others
,
forced
up
at
the
last
moment
,
doubled
with
lightning
alacrity
in
their
tracks
,
turning
back
to
scuttle
between
the
teams
,
taking
desperate
chances
.
As
often
as
this
occurred
,
it
was
the
signal
for
a
great
uproar
.
“
Don
’
t
let
him
get
through
;
don
t
let
him
get
through
.
”
