J. C. Tregarthen
The Story of a Hare
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4064066138219
Table of Contents
PREFACE
Whilst few, if any, animals have more enemies than the hare, none perhaps is better endowed with instincts to outwit them.
As that great mediæval hunter, the Master of Game, said in 1402: “There is no man in this world that would say that any hound can unravel that which a hare has done, or that could find her. For she will go the length of a bowshot or more by one way, and ruse again by another and then she will take her way by another side and the same she shall do ten, twelve or twenty times, then she will come into some hedge or thicket and shall make semblance to abide there and then will make crosswards ten or twelve times and will make her ruses and then she will take some false path and shall go thence a great way, and such semblance she will make many times before she goes to her seat.”
Shifts such as these, probably unrivalled in their subtlety, are embodied in the incidents, based on observation or record, which make up the present story of the hare, a story for the first time told at length.
Imagination has of necessity supplied much of the description of a life spent under the stars; but nothing alien to the hare’s habits and character has been wittingly introduced, though what the outlook on the world, what the thoughts of this and the predatory creatures entering into the drama are, must ever remain a matter for speculation.
The narrative has been placed a century back, chiefly because the more primitive days of a bygone Cornwall allowed the inclusion of more numerous fauna, and permitted the use of a wilder setting.
For my aim has been to present a picture instinct with the spirit of the wild, of the upland, moor, and cliff of the Land’s End at a time when the prey and the beast of prey roamed the night fearless of snare and gin—and man rarely intruded by day—under conditions, rapidly fading into oblivion, which seem worthy of record before they disappear for ever.
J. C. T.
Rosmorran, Newquay,
Cornwall, Aug. 28, 1912.
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
| “He Sat and Listened” | Frontispiece | |
| “They Nestled Close” | Face page 4 | |
| Author’s Sketch-map of the Scene of the Story | 32 | |
| “Grey Fox” | 84 | |
| Mount’s Bay from the Beacon | 100 | |
| The Remains of the Beacon Wood | 152 | |
| A Stoat | 162 | |
| Sennen Church Tower | 170 |
THE STORY OF A HARE
CHAPTER I
EARLY TROUBLES
The Cornish Heights terminate near the Land’s End in four wild hills of singular charm, though of very modest altitude. Springing as they do from a treeless tableland, they look quite like a miniature mountain range, especially when seen through rolling mists or capped by the rain-laden clouds which, like birds coming weary from the Atlantic, settle on their summits. Man seldom intrudes there, though they offer a peerless prospect over promontory and ocean. The faint paths amongst ling and furze are not his: they have been traced by the foxes that kennel on this silent retreat, or by badgers going to and from the deep sett on the northern slope; for the desolate upland has long been given over to the outlawed creature, and furnished sanctuary to any wildling that