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to still keep rising! Then he turned slowly 

 around on his great hinder feet to look 

 back; he pushed his nose away out, then 

 drew it back, twisted his short, thick neck, 

 like that of a beer-drinking German, and 

 then for a final observation he tiptoed up, 

 threw his high head still higher in the air 

 and wiggled it about and sniffed and 

 sniffed and bang! 



I shot at him from ambush, with his 

 back toward me, shot at his back! For 

 shame! Henry Highton would not have 

 done that; nor, indeed, would I or any 

 other real sportsman do such a thing now ; 

 but I must plead the "Baby Act," and all 

 the facts, and also my sincere penitence, 

 and proceed. 



The noble brute did not fall, but let him 

 self down with dignity and came slowly 

 forward. Hugely, ponderously, solemnly, 

 he was coming. And right here, if I should 

 set down what I thought about where 

 father was, the soldiers, anybody, every 

 body else, whether I had best just fall on 



