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marshes, and, if he be a good shot, I will 

 ensure from ten to fifteen couple of snipe 

 every day in the season. I would advise 

 the stranger, before he ventures alone on 

 the banks of the Somme, to send for my 

 friend Isidore Lefort, the professional 

 chasseur and dog-breaker of whom I have 

 made mention. He dwelleth in the Fau- 

 bourg St. Giles, and, for the trifling re- 

 muneration of a franc, and an occasional 

 goutte of eau de vie, he will be happy to 

 escort any knight of the trigger, and shew 

 him the marshes. This precaution will 

 be found necessary, for without a guide 

 in the first instance, the inexperienced 

 visitor might chance to make his exit in 

 one of the many treacherous bogs which 

 abound in these marshes. Monsieur 

 Isidore is a very civil fellow, a very fair 

 shot, and (for a Frenchman) a tolerable 

 sportsman. 



I had contemplated causing a few 



