At last, it was gettin'
late, and when they were just on the point of givin' her up, and, goin'
home, begad she started, and before you'd say Jack Kobinson, Koolawn
and she were at it. Sich a chase, they say, was never seen. They flew at
sich a rate that the people could hardly keep their eyes upon them. The
hare went like the wind; but, begad, it was not every evening she had
sich a dog as famous Koolawn at her scut. He turned her, and turned her,
and every one thought he had her above a dozen of times, but still she
turned, and was off from him again. At this rate they went on for long
enough, until both began to fail, and to appear nearly run down. At
length the gallaut Koolawn had her; she gave a squeal that was heard,
they say, for miles. He had her, I say, hard and fast by the hip, but
it was only for a moment; how she escaped; from him nobody knows; but it
was thought that he wasn't able, from want of breath, to keep his hoult.
To make a long story short, she got off from him, turned up towards the;
cabin we're sittin' in, Koolawn, game as ever, still close to her; at
last she got in, and as the dog was about to spring in afther her, he
found the door shut in his face.
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