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Updated: June 21, 2025
By eleven o'clock there were barely a score of birds in the game-bags when there should have been a hundred. At the second cross road, the right and left party convened. It was what Le Bour had been waiting for. A sour old man in a blue blouse now rose up out of a hedge in which he had hidden himself, and came glowering toward us.
"Monsieur Gaston Emile Le Bour, agriculturist at Hirondelette, charges Monsieur Charles Louis Ernest Tanrade, born in Paris, soldier of the Thirteenth Infantry, musician, composer, with flagrant trespass in his buckwheat on hectare number seven, armed with the gun of percussion on the thirtieth of September at ten-forty-five in the morning."
"You're in luck, old boy no record of identity, and how the devil do you suppose Le Bour could pronounce your name?" Half an hour later I found the Vicomte, who lived close to our village. He was pacing up and down his salon in a rage. "I was not in the buckwheat!" he declared frantically.
Though in one sense a woman of the world, it was, after all, that world of daylight coteries and green carpets wherein cattle form the passing crowd and winds the busy hum; where a quiet family of rabbits or hares lives on the other side of your party-wall, where your neigh- bour is everybody in the tything, and where calculation formulated self-indulgence of bad, nothing at all.
We rose, recovered our guns from the billiard-table, and with fresh courage went forth again into the fields to shoot until sunset. During the afternoon we again saw Le Bour, but he kept at a safe distance watching our movements with muttered oaths and a vengeful eye, while we added some twenty-odd partridges to the morning's score.
"Pouf!" exclaimed the Baron. "Enough of this! En route, my friends!" "Eh, bien!" growled the farmer. "You refuse to produce your permits on demand of a guard. It shall be stated," he threatened, "in the procès-verbal." Then Le Bour turned on his muddy heel and launched a parting volley at the Baron denouncing his château and everything connected with him.
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