My dad and I went outside and released Coal and Buttons, one of our other beagles. Together they were the miracle pair. They streaked for the upper end of our property while Dad and I ascended the hill behind them. The weather was bitter cold, and a slow, steady snowfall added to the layers already on the ground. As we trudged into a thicket halfway up the hill, the dogs began to bark, picking up a fresh trail. Buttons usually picked up the scent first, and then Coal would take the lead in hot pursuit. At times Coal's hind legs seemed to run faster than the front ones, and she would skid sideways, stop, and straighten out again. She often ran right past a point where the rabbit had turned, and Buttons would have to find the trail again.