Pa said: "Not on your life; your Pa is going right amongst the big
game, and is going to make those rabbits think the day of judgment
has arrived. Give me a club."

The leader handed Pa an ax handle, and when we looked ahead
towards the corral where the rabbits had been driven, it seemed as
though there were a million of them, and they were jumping over
each other so it looked as though there was a snow bank of rabbits
four feet thick. When Pa said he was ready a fellow sounded a
bugle, and pa's pony started off on the jump for the corral, and
all the other horses started, and everybody yelled, but they held
back their horses so Pa could have the whole field to himself.

Gee, but I was sorry for pa. His horse rushed right into the
corral amongst the rabbits, and when it got right where the
rabbits were the thickest, the darn horse began to buck, and
tossed Pa in the air just as though he had been thrown up in a
blanket, and he came down on a soft bed of struggling and
scared rabbits, and the other horsemen stopped at the edge of the
corral and watched pa, and I got off my horse and climbed up on a
post of the corral and tried to pick out pa. Then all the hundred
or more dogs were let loose in amongst Pa and the rabbits, and it
was a sight worth going miles to see if it had been somebody else
than Pa that was holding the center of the stage, and all the
crowd laughing at pa, and yelling to him to stand his ground.

[Illustration: The Pony Tossed Pa In the Air.]

Well, Pa swung his ax handle and killed an occasional rabbit, but
there were thousands all around, and Pa seemed to be wading up to