THE LONG TRAIL 



was to the effect that he was so glad to 

 see father that he felt like hanging his hat 

 on the dome of Saint Paul's and shooting 

 it off. We were reminded of Artemus 

 Ward's classic reply to the guard who 

 found him tapping, with his cane, an in- 

 scription in Westminster Abbey: "Come, 

 come, sir, you mustn't do that. It isn't 

 permitted, you know!" Whereupon Ar- 

 temus Ward turned upon him: "What, 

 mustn't do it? If I like it, I'll buy it!" 

 It was never difficult to trail the captain. 

 When my sister and I were going through 

 Edinburgh Castle, the local guide showed 

 us an ancient gun, firing a cluster of five 

 or six barrels. With great amusement he 

 told us how an American to whom he was 

 showing the piece a few days previously 

 had remarked that to be shot at with that 

 gun must be like taking a shower bath. A 

 few questions served to justify the con- 

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