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"Whatever do you find to shoot?" "A little of everything from teal duck to Canada goose." "Really!" exclaimed Percival, with interest. "And do you shoot?" "Oh, yes, some. I'm not as good as the boys. You see, I have to use Pa Joe's old No. 10 choke-bore shot-gun, when I really ought to have a 16-bore fowling-piece." Here was a new and wholly unsuspected bond of sympathy between them.
I returned to my hut for the shot-gun, made sure it was loaded, and went down to the Ghost. With some difficulty, and at the expense of a wetting to the waist, I climbed aboard. The forecastle scuttle was open. I paused to listen for the breathing of the men, but there was no breathing. I almost gasped as the thought came to me: What if the Ghost is deserted? I listened more closely.
Your birds are all being shot to pieces!" "Are they?" he will say. "But what can I do about it? I can't help it! I'm no game warden." "Put on your clothes, get your shot-gun and come out and drive off the killing gang." "But what good will that do? They will come back again." "Not if we do our duty. We must have them arrested, and appear against them in court."
Different, even, were the hunters in their methods. The boy, whose single-barreled shot-gun had known no law, now carried a better piece, and scorned to slay a sitting bird. Both he and Alf became great wing shots, and clever gentlemen sportsmen from the city who sometimes came to hunt with them could not hope to own so good a bag at the day's end.
Alice accompanied her to the first stone that marked the threshold of the side door, and was bowing her away, when Mr. Philip swung over the fence by the wood-shed, with a shot-gun on his shoulder, and swinging in his left hand a gray squirrel by its bushy tail, and was immediately in front of the group. "Ah!" involuntarily from Mrs. Mavick. An introduction was inevitable. "My cousin, Mr.
We both knew that the finest winter resort for shot-gun folks was in the Southwest down on the Rio Grande in Texas so we journeyed to Eagle Pass. As we got down from the train we saw Captain Febiger in his long military cloak by a lantern-light. "Got any quail staked out for us, Feb?" asked the Quartermaster.
How unfortunate at this time. Were you mad?" She looked at him and her eyes burned, but she said nothing. The next day Kirk borrowed a shot-gun and went hunting. The events of the night before seemed like a dream. Could it be that he had really blundered irretrievably? Was it possible that he had offended his best friend past forgiveness? He wanted to get away somewhere and collect his thoughts.
An' it was Blenham as gave me both barrels of Johnny Mills's shot-gun? It was Blenham for sure, wasn't it, Steve?" "Yes, Bill. It was Blenham." "An' an' Blenham's right across there now? It's him I can hear breathin', Steve?" "Yes, Bill." "An' an' what for did you sen' for me, Steve? What are you goin' to do to him?" Packard beckoned to Barbee.
I picked it up in the road jest a few feet from his shot-gun, and stood there with it in my hand, looking down at him. "Well," he says, in a drawly kind of voice, slow and feeble, but looking at me steady and trying to raise himself agin, "yo' can finish yo' little job now yo' shot me from the darkness, and now yo' done got my pistol. I reckon yo' better shoot AGIN."
His face was grim as it might have been that time he was chased by pirates in the China Sea and he had a double-barreled shot-gun in his hand. When he saw me his mouth opened, and he stared helplessly. I caught sight of Mr. Daddles standing near the Captain, Sprague at the wheel, and Jimmy Toppan and some others busy with the sails.
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