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They were much amused at him and at their 

 mother and brothers, so much so that they 

 never noticed a rustling in the bushes till there 

 was a loud Bang ! bang! and down fell two 

 bloody, flopping partridges, to be seized and 

 mangled by the yellow cur until the gunner ran 

 from the bushes and rescued the remains. 



Ill 



Cuddy lived in a wretched shanty near the 

 Don, north of Toronto. His was what Greek 

 philosophy would have demonstrated to be an 

 ideal existence. He had no wealth, no taxes, 

 no social pretensions, and no property to speak 

 of. His life was made up of a very little work 

 and a great deal of play with as much out-door 

 life as he chose. He considered himself a true 

 sportsman because he was ' fond o' huntin*,' and 

 • took a sight o' comfort out of seein' the critters 

 hit the mud ' when his gun was fired. The 

 neighbors called him a squatter, and looked on 

 him merely as an anchored tramp. He she: 

 and trapped the year round, and varied his 

 game somewhat with the season perforce, but 

 had been heard to remark he could tell the 

 month by the 'taste o' the patridges,* if he 

 didn't happen to know by the almanac. This, 



