In the cool autumn days rabbits grow in attraction to the poacher.
They now have a habit of lying within their burrows by day, after the
worryings, buffetings, and evictions of harvest-time, waiting for
things to quieten down--until the sounds of binder and harvester are
no more heard across the stubbles. Two people know this--the keeper
and the poacher. Often it is a race as to who shall be first to take
tribute from out-lying dells, with ferret and nets.
The ferreting season proper now sets in in earnest, and at first the
rabbits bolt freely, rumbling and rushing along their subterranean
passages, and with blind force launching themselves into the nets. A
single ferret put into a burrow may send out a dozen rabbits in quick
succession; or nothing may happen when the ferrets disappear, hours
of digging follow, and then a bunch of ferrets and rabbits crowded
together are at last revealed. In autumn days there is exciting sport
with the gun at the expense of rabbits if open burrows can be found, or
burrows in dells where the bare-stemmed elder is the only undergrowth.
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