Heavy showers drown it, and so does light rain, and the moon deadens it by its warmth,1 especially when at the full. Scent is most irregular at that time, for the hares, enjoying the light, fling themselves high in the air and jump a long way, frolicking with one another; and it becomes confused when foxes have crossed it.
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