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Quickly we transported it to another leatheroid box , intending to take its picture in the morning , but the prisoner had a means of attack that I had not counted on . Just as we were going to sleep he began with his front feet on the resounding box and beat a veritable drum tattoo of alarm . Every one in camp was awakened , and again , as we were dropping off , the camp was roused by another loud `` tattoo . '' For nearly two hours this went on ; then , about midnight , utterly unable to sleep , I arose and let the drummer go about his business , do anything or go anywhere , so only he would be quiet and let us attend to ours . -LSB- Illustration : XXIX . The Baby Cottontail that rode twenty miles in my hat _ Photo by E. T. Seton _ -RSB- -LSB- Illustration : XXX . Snowshoe Rabbits dancing in the light of the lantern _ Sketch by E. T. Seton _ -RSB- Next morning I photographed the little Bunny , and set him free to join his kin .