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Title: The life and habits of wild animals
Year: 1874 (1870s)
Authors: Wolf, Joseph, 1820-1899 Elliot, Daniel Giraud, 1835-1915
Subjects: Animal behavior Birds
Publisher: London, A. Macmillan
Contributing Library: Cornell University Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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uch a time, one would suppose, every animal would keep under shelter,and that nothing but the pangs of hunger could induce any of the wild dwellersof the woods to brave the chill blast that is sweeping over the face of the land.But yonder, moving slowly, evidently in pain, one small limb hanging useless, struckperhaps by the pellets from some sportsmans gun, a wounded hare is seeking somefriendly shelter to hide herself from the cutting wind, and her no less relentlesspursuer. How she must long for the warm form, from which she was so suddenlystartled but a short time since, by the dog which had discovered her retreat, andwhere she had sat thinking perhaps of the moon-light night in the pleasant summer-time, when she had played upon the soft green sward—and then, as the snow wentwhirling by, nestled all the closer in her warm nest. But the spot she is accustomed, to regard as home (for .even the loweranimals have such to which they constantly resort) is far away now, and weary PLATE
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HUNTED DOWN, HUNTED DOWN. 41 with her efforts to escape, and faint from the deadly wound, she struggles on, if onlyperchance she may reach a place of safety. And now she can go no farther, andby the side of a slender stalk, that of itself can give no protection, she has drawnherself up, and with her long ears laid upon her back remains exposed to all theseverity of the approaching winters night. Alas! poor pussy, not even there canyou be left at peace; for the scavengers of the air have already found you out,and with wonderful instinct have discovered your failing strength, and come swiftly,with many a boding croak, to sweep over your crouching form. Well they knowthat soon your bright eye will grow dim, and undeterred by even any semblanceof life, they may work their will upon that which was only lately so replete withvigour, and graceful activity. Yes, you start! for their funereal wings almost touchyou as they brush closely by, as if the ill-omened birds could not restrain their im

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