Is There a Hare?

Before i was two years old, a circumstance happened which i have never forgotten. I and the other colts were feeding at the lower part of the field when we heard, quite in the distance, what sounded like the cry of dogs. After them came a number of men on horseback, some of them in green coats, all galloping as fast as they could. And soon the dogs were all tearing down the field of young wheat next ours. They did not bark, nor howl, nor whine, but kept on a yo yo, yo yo, at the top of their voices. It seemed as if they had come to a stand. The dogs left off barking and ran about