Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/260

WAR He'd come to the table and sit at Jon's elbow and eat—sometimes out of the same dish.

Jon he made a little funny collar, out of some oyster pearls and a string for him. And he called him Tankoo, because he tried to say "Thank you" when I brung it for him. He growed so fast with all the feed Jon pushed into him that soon he was a large regular rabbit. But he never stopped those intimate acquaintances with Jon.

Then, one morning, in the gunning season, I looks out of the window and sees a rabbit running about in the Red Meadow. I grabs my gun and calls out to Jon to come and we'd "get him." I know now that when I said "get him" Jon didn't think I meant to kill him. He looked a little funny at my gun, but we were on the run to the pasture and he didn't have time to say anything. When we got to the meadow the bunny had disappeared But, in a minute he runs straight toward us from behind some bushes. I fires and he falls. When we gets to him it is Tankoo. 244