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Updated: July 1, 2025
Then the line closes up, and you form a circle round the stricken beast, and watch his mighty limbs quiver in the death-agony, and as he falls over dead, and powerless for further harm, you raise the heartfelt, pulse-stirring cheer, that finds an echo in every brother sportman's heart. Disputes sometimes arise as to whose bullet first drew blood.
Canoes may be propelled by either single or double paddles, but the former is the sportman's type.
Here and there, among the poaching fraternity, may be found a mongrel fondly imagined by its owner to be a terrier a good rabbit "marker," and wonderfully quick in killing rats, but no more suited than the sportman's spaniel for "lying up" with a badger.
When both legs are taken off, there is a fine collop on each side the back; then divide the back into as many pieces as you please, and take of the shoulders, which are by many preferred, and are called the sportman's pieces.
The reader is, very likely, already weary of my sketches; I hasten to reassure him by promising to confine myself to the fragments already printed; but I cannot refrain from saying a few words at parting about a sportman's life.
As his gun was at the sportman's shoulder, and he was still peering among the bushes, denial seemed useless. "Yes, I did," he replied, and made a pretense of turning to the sumac again. There was a forward impulse of Abram's body. "Hit 'im?" he demanded with awful calm. "Thought I had, but I guess I only winged him." Abram's fingers closed around his club.
There, on its banks, under a fragrant weeping birch tree, we buried her. But we took a just revenge: we bound fire under the wings of the swallow that built under the sportman's thatched roof. It kindled his house was soon in flames he was burned within it and the flames shone as far over the sea as to the drooping birch, where she is now earth within the earth.
Had he been an Englishman, the man's hurt would probably have baulked him of his purpose. But Dyán Singh, Rajput, was not hampered by the sportman's code of morals. He was frankly out to kill. His brain worked swiftly, instinctively: and swift action followed.... Out of the sheltering shadow he leapt, as the cheetah leaps on its prey: the long knife gripped securely in his teeth.
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