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“
Come
,
just
have
a
lock
in
here
,
”
called
Annixter
.
Hilma
,
descending
from
the
carry
-
all
and
joined
by
Presley
and
Harran
,
approached
and
looked
over
the
high
board
fence
.
“
Oh
,
did
you
ever
see
anything
like
that
?
”
she
exclaimed
.
The
corral
,
a
really
large
enclosure
,
had
proved
all
too
small
for
the
number
of
rabbits
collected
by
the
drive
.
Inside
it
was
a
living
,
moving
,
leaping
,
breathing
,
twisting
mass
.
The
rabbits
were
packed
two
,
three
,
and
four
feet
deep
.
They
were
in
constant
movement
;
those
beneath
struggling
to
the
top
,
those
on
top
sinking
and
disappearing
below
their
fellows
.
All
wildness
,
all
fear
of
man
,
seemed
to
have
entirely
disappeared
.
Men
and
boys
reaching
over
the
sides
of
the
corral
,
picked
up
a
jack
in
each
hand
,
holding
them
by
the
ears
,
while
two
reporters
from
San
Francisco
papers
took
photographs
of
the
scene
.
The
noise
made
by
the
tens
of
thousands
of
moving
bodies
was
as
the
noise
of
wind
in
a
forest
,
while
from
the
hot
and
sweating
mass
there
rose
a
strange
odor
,
penetrating
,
ammoniacal
,
savouring
of
wild
life
.
On
signal
,
the
killing
began
.
Dogs
that
had
been
brought
there
for
that
purpose
when
let
into
the
corral
refused
,
as
had
been
half
expected
,
to
do
the
work
.
They
snuffed
curiously
at
the
pile
,
then
backed
off
,
disturbed
,
perplexed
.
But
the
men
and
boys
—
Portuguese
for
the
most
part
—
were
more
eager
.
Annixter
drew
Hilma
away
,
and
,
indeed
,
most
of
the
people
set
about
the
barbecue
at
once
.
In
the
corral
,
however
,
the
killing
went
forward
.
Armed
with
a
club
in
each
hand
,
the
young
fellows
from
Guadalajara
and
Bonneville
,
and
the
farm
boys
from
the
ranches
,
leaped
over
the
rails
of
the
corral
.
They
walked
unsteadily
upon
the
myriad
of
crowding
bodies
underfoot
,
or
,
as
space
was
cleared
,
sank
almost
waist
deep
into
the
mass
that
leaped
and
squirmed
about
them
.
Blindly
,
furiously
,
they
struck
and
struck
.
The
Anglo
-
Saxon
spectators
round
about
drew
back
in
disgust
,
but
the
hot
,
degenerated
blood
of
Portuguese
,
Mexican
,
and
mixed
Spaniard
boiled
up
in
excitement
at
this
wholesale
slaughter
.
But
only
a
few
of
the
participants
of
the
drive
cared
to
look
on
.
All
the
guests
betook
themselves
some
quarter
of
a
mile
farther
on
into
the
hills
.
The
picnic
and
barbecue
were
to
be
held
around
the
spring
where
Broderson
Creek
took
its
rise
.
Already
two
entire
beeves
were
roasting
there
;
teams
were
hitched
,
saddles
removed
,
and
men
,
women
,
and
children
,
a
great
throng
,
spread
out
under
the
shade
of
the
live
oaks
.
A
vast
confused
clamour
rose
in
the
air
,
a
babel
of
talk
,
a
clatter
of
tin
plates
,
of
knives
and
forks
.
Bottles
were
uncorked
,
napkins
and
oil
-
cloths
spread
over
the
ground
.
The
men
lit
pipes
and
cigars
,
the
women
seized
the
occasion
to
nurse
their
babies
.
