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Trevor shook his head, thanked him, and grew reserved. Alured's thirteenth birthday was on the 10th of January, and he had extracted a promise from Fulk, to take him duck-shooting to the mouth of our little river.
Happily, it is not my business to reform the world; and writing in October, when so many of the idealists who felt with Parsifal in his remorse about the duck-shooting episode are applying the lesson by wantonly slaughtering every harmless creature they can hit, it would be superfluous to point out in any detail how very wrong and absurd is the world's estimate of the Bayreuth performance.
And I go on thinking to this effect: that this impulse that has come to so many of us, and has, incidentally, wrought such a harmony in our lives, is something more than duck-shooting, trout-fishing, butterfly-collecting, or a sentimental passion for sunsets, but is indeed something not so very far removed from religion, romantic religion.
My first attempt at duck-shooting was made at a pond not many minutes' walk from the house, where I found a pair of shoveller ducks, feeding in their usual way in the shallow water with head and neck immersed.
Davies sniffed the wind and scanned the tree-tops, where light gusts were toying with the leaves. 'Sou'-west still, he said, 'and more rain coming. But it's bound to shift into the north. 'Will that be a good wind for us? 'It depends where we go, he said, slowly. 'I was asking those fellows about duck-shooting. They seemed to think the best place would be Schlei Fiord.
Captain Ernest sent us a cook from Yuma, and soon some officers came for the duck-shooting. There were thousands of ducks around the various lagoons in the neighborhood, and the sport was rare. We had all the ducks we could eat. Then came an earthquake, which tore and rent the baked earth apart.
He could manage the river for me, he said. He followed fishing and duck-shooting for a living; but there was so many informers about these times that a man had to keep his weather-eye open if he wanted to use a net or a punt-gun. Ole Q was a J.P. His place was just across the flat, with a garden reaching down to the lagoon. Q himself was the two ends and the bight of a sanguinary dog.
Thus it was that when, early in the first week, Venning said he had an idea for a boat that could be easily carried round the cataracts and worked without much labour, he was at once encouraged to give plans and specifications. "I read once about a 'sneak-box' a flat-bottomed shooting canoe that could carry a sail and serve at the same time as a cabin." "I have used one myself duck-shooting.
I told him my sad story, whereupon he burst out laughing and informed me that he had taken care to draw the shot from my gun before going out. He was up to my little tricks, he said; he had seen what I had done, and was not going to allow me to waste the little shot we had left! Our duck-shooting was carried on under difficulties during those days.
"He said over the 'phone that he was off for a duck-shooting trip," responded Miss Andrews. "Well, I suppose we can't take out a subpoena for him. He's escaped and we need another man." Mrs. Heath drew her brow in perplexed thought, then suddenly demanded: "What was the name of that young man Billy Waterburn brought to my box at the horse show?
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