The cornfield lay above a low bluff overlooking a swamp, and for half an hour I had tracked that cottontail through a perfect maze of weeds and cornstalks. Warming with the chase, I was determined to have that particular bunny if it took me all morning. if I had not known better, I would have thought he was teasing me. Time and again, his tracks led into a bunch of grass with every indication that he was there for the day, but always they led out on the other side.
©1932 by Iowa State Teachers College
Abbott, Roy L.
Science Bulletin: Vol. 4:
8, Article 7.
Available at: https://scholarworks.uni.edu/science_bulletin/vol4/iss8/7