For  two  days  I  had  been  mad  after  hunting  a  certain  hare. My  bitch  was  for  ever  bringing  it  back  to  me,  but  I  never could  succeed  in  shooting  it,  I  have  seen  too  many  wonderful things  to  be  a  believer  in  witchcraft ;  but  I  confess  that  I  felt at  my  wits'  end  with  that  abominable  hare.  At  last  I  got  so close  to  it,  that  I  could  touch  it  with  the  muzzle  of  my  gun  it  turned  head  over  heels,  and  what  do  you  think  I  found  ? My  hare  had  four  feet  on  the  belly,  and  four  others  on  the back.  When  the  under  pair  was  tired,  it  turned  over,  like  an  agile swimmer  who  strokes  and  floats  alternately,  and  started  off  with renewed  vigour  on  its  four  fresh  feet.

- Chapter 3