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his golden light to the mossy depths of the 

 woods. The hunter sits motionless on a 

 stump, his eyes scanning the tree-trunks and 

 branches, the logs and slopes and timbered 

 hills beyond. Suddenly a squirrel appears on 

 a log some forty yards or more distant from 

 where he is sitting. This squirrel is entirely 

 unsuspecting. He has probably come some 

 distance through the woods and evidently has 

 not heard or seen anything suspicious. His 

 back is to the hunter and he switches his tail 

 to one side and cocks his head up saucily. 

 The little rifle is raised quickly, again the bul- 

 let speeds through the air and the second 

 squirrel drops from the log, stone-dead. 

 Again there is a pause, and then the game is 

 picked up and all is still again. 



The woods first, and next the rifle-ranges, 

 have made Americans a nation of sharp-shoot- 

 ers. For squirrel-hunting any one of a dozen 

 American rifles, repeaters, or single-shots of 

 twenty-two-calibre will give entire satisfac- 

 tion. For myself I prefer a single-shot rifle, 

 as it conduces to more care in shooting and a 

 consequent tendency to greater accuracy. For 

 dress, stout shoes, hob-nailed, so as not to 

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