18/23 He could have gone on killing, for now that the snow betrayed them, the hiding-places of the rabbits were so many traps for them. He was fired again with the joy of life. Never had he known such hunting, never had he found such a treasure-house before--not even in the coulee where the currants grew. He ate until he could eat no more, and then he went back to Neewa, carrying with him one of the rabbits he had slain. He dropped it in front of his comrade, and whined. |