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Show The Flrtt Hunt. The first soft snow Us fallen Ana the earth Is white with down Oct your hunting coat and mittens, Tiring- tho sun and call the noun'; Rabbit tracks areband pjnnt'fc. r-Put A cold snatu rn yfiur pocket And we're off behind1 the pack, Treckins through the virgin blanket, Vecrlnu woodward on tho tackl Cotton-tails are sleeping untidy Underneath the old brush heaps. Now bo ready when I stamp It Hit He llles In frightened leaps) dun to shoulder, eye to barrel: Quick as flash the trigger play Sends the leaacn missiles plunging At the wncelng ball of grayl |