WITH BOGARDUS AND KLEINMAN 5 
‘“That’s it exactly. I reload all the way from a hun- 
dred to two hundred and fifty shells, as many shells as 
I shot during the day, so as to have my shell box full 
next morning. Then I tumble into bed somewhere 
between eleven and one, to turn out at four next morn- 
ing, rain or shine, cold or warm. It’s a tough life per- 
haps, but I like it.”’ 
There was a touch of gray in the east. We could 
hear the swish of wings overhead as the ducks began to 
come in from their night’s feed in neighboring grain 
fields. ‘‘They’re moving good and early this morning,” 
remarked Bogardus. ‘‘Guess we will put out the de- 
coys at the Big Bend and shoot there a while.”’ 
Bogardus watched with great interest while I took 
my seven-pound breech loader, made by Tonks of Bos- 
ton, from its case. Picking it up he exclaimed, “It 
feels like a feather! What does it weigh?’’ I told him. 
‘“What charge do you shoot in this popgun?”’ ‘‘Three 
drams and one ounce of shot,’’ I answered. 
“Well,” grinned Bogardus, “‘if I was a duck and you 
shot such a charge as that at me, I’d come down, take 
the gun away from you, and beat you over the head with 
Tes" 
“You don’t seem to like my double barrel,’’ I said. 
“What kind of a shotgun is your favorite?”’ 
‘““One of those new ten-pound, ten-gauge breech load- 
ing Lefever guns is good enough for me,’’ he answered 
promptly. ‘‘They don’t get out of order and stand the 
racket in good shape. Some market gunners prefer 
Greeners; they are fine guns but the first cost sets you 
back a bunch of money out of your duck sales. Yes,” 
Bogardus continued, ‘‘Lefever guns are all right. With 
two shells in the gun and holding two shells in the 
fingers of my right hand, I can get in four shots at a 
