The rabbit rolls over and over, and is dead before the dog can seize him.

After harling the rabbit, Orion hangs him high on a projecting branch, so that the man who is following us at a distance may easily find the game.

He is a labourer, and we object to have him with us, as we know he would be certain to get in the way.
We then tried a corner where two of these large mounds, meeting, formed a small copse in which grew a quantity of withy and the thick grasses that always border the stoles.

A hare bolted almost directly the dogs went in: hares trust in their speed, rabbits in doubling for cover.

I fired right and left, and missed: fairly missed with both barrels.