I did not rear up pheasants and
hares merely to eat them or that others might eat them. Something forces
me to tell you that it was in order that I might enjoy myself by showing
my skill in shooting them, or to have the pleasure and exercise of
hunting them to death. Still," he added defiantly, "I who am a Christian
man maintain that my religion perfectly justified me in doing all these
things, and that no blame attaches to me on this account."
"Very good," said the Hare, "now we have a clear issue. Friend Mahatma,
when those Gates open presently what happens beyond them?"
"I don't know," I answered, "I have never been there; at least not that
I can remember."
"Still, friend Mahatma, is it not said that yonder lives some Power
which judges righteously and declares what is true and what is false?"
"I have heard so, Hare."
"Very well, Man, I lay my cause before that Power--do you the same. If I
am wrong I will go back to earth to be tortured by you and yours again.
If, however, I am right, you shall abide the judgment of the Power, and
I ask that It will make of you--a hunted hare!"
Now when he heard these awful words--for they were awful--no less, the
Red-faced Man grew much disturbed. He hummed and he hawed, and shifted
his feet about. At last he said--
"You must admit that while you lived you had a first-class time under my
protection. Lots of turnips to eat and so forth."
"A first-class time!" the Hare answered with withering scorn.
Pages:
61
62
63
64
65
66
67
68
69
70
71
72
73
74
75
76
77
78
79
80
81
82
83
84
85