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Animal Heroes
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Ernest Thompson Seton
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But
not
for
long.
In
twenty
minutes
his
great
megaphone
ears,
so
close
to
the
ground,
caught
a
regular
sound--crunch,
crunch,
crunch--the
tramp
of
a
human
foot,
and
he
started
up
to
see
the
man
with
the
shining
stick
in
his
hand,
now
drawing
near.
Warhorse
bounded
out
and
away
for
the
fence.
Never
once
did
he
rise
to
a
"spy-hop"
till
the
wire
and
rails
were
between
him
and
his
foe,
an
unnecessary
precaution
as
it
chanced,
for
the
man
was
watching
the
trail
and
saw
nothing
of
the
Rabbit.
Jack
skimmed
along,
keeping
low
and
looking
out
for
other
enemies.
He
knew
now
that
the
man
was
on
his
track,
and
the
old
instinct
born
of
ancestral
trouble
with
Weasels
was
doubtless
what
prompted
him
to
do
the
double
trail.
He
ran
in
a
long,
straight
course
to
a
distant
fence,
followed
its
far
side
for
fifty
yards,
then
doubling
back
he
retraced
his
trail
and
ran
off
in
a
new
direction
till
he
reached
another
of
his
dens
or
forms.
He
had
been
out
all
night
and
was
very
ready
to
rest,
now
that
the
sun
was
ablaze
on
the
snow;
but
he
had
hardly
got
the
place
a
little
warmed
when
the
"tramp,
tramp,
tramp"
announced
the
enemy,
and
he
hurried
away.
After
a
half-a-mile
run
he
stopped
on
a
slight
rise
and
marked
the
man
still
following,
so
he
made
a
series
of
wonderful
quirks
in
his
trail,
a
succession
of
blind
zigzags
that
would
have
puzzled
most
trailers;
then
running
a
hundred
yards
past
a
favorite
form,
he
returned
to
it
from
the
other
side,
and
settled
to
rest,
sure
that
now
the
enemy
would
be
finally
thrown
off
the
scent.
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