I shall always know that hare again by the white marks
on its back; also it is the biggest I have seen for a long while. Come
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
The Hare sat silent for a time, while I employed myself in watching
certain shadows stream past us on the Great White Road. Among them was
that of a politician whom I had much admired upon the earth. In this
land of Truth I was grieved to observe certain characteristics about him
which I had never before suspected. It seemed to me, alas! that in
his mundane career he had not been so entirely influenced by a
single-hearted desire for the welfare of our country as he had
proclaimed and I had believed. I gathered even that his own interests
had sometimes inspired his policy.
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