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Page 22 was going. It was a nice sunny day with eight or ten inches of snow on the level. This patch I wanted to hunt had a few corn stalks left in it and quite a lot of thistles to hold the snow. It was a foot or two deep in some spots and was loaded with rabbits. The field was less than a quarter mile east of the house. I got my rifle and Curly was right at my heels. We started over the hill. We hadn’t gone into the field very far when Mr. Rabbit jumped up, took a few more hops and stood up to look around to see what had disturbed his nap. I had already made ready and loaded. All that was left to do was cock the hammer, aim and fire. I did and Mr. Rabbit collapsed. I was in ecstasy and Curly was ecstatic. Curly beat me to the rabbit. My hunt was over. I got the rabbits hind legs over my shoulder and started toward home with the head and ears dragging on the snow. I have |