The rabbits that are near the hedge rush in; those that are far from home crouch in the furrows and the bunches.

Crossing the open field, they suddenly start as it seems from under your feet--one white tail goes dapping up and down this way, another jerks over the 'lands' that way.
The moonbeams now glisten on the double-barrel; and a bright sparkle glitters here and there as a dewdrop catches a ray.
Upon the grass a faint halo appears; it is a narrow band of light encircling the path, an oval ring--perhaps rather horseshoe shape than oval.

It glides in front, keeping ever at the same distance as you walk, as if there the eye was focussed.

This is only seen when the grass is wet with dew, and better in short grass than long.

Where it shines the grass looks a paler green.