on, my friends, the dog is dead and there's an end of it. At least we
have had a good morning's sport, so let's go to the Hall and get some
lunch."

*****

The Hare paused for a little, then looked up at me in its comical
fashion and asked--

"Did you ever course hares, Mahatma?"

"Not I, thank goodness," I answered.

"Well, what do you think of coursing?"

"I would rather not say," I replied.

"Then I will," said the Hare, with conviction. "I think it horrible."

"Yes, but, Hare, you do not remember the pleasure this sport gives to
the men and the dogs; you look at it from an entirely selfish point of
view."

"And so would you, Mahatma, if you had felt Jack's hot breath on your
back and Jill's teeth in your tail."



THE HUNTING