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hot coffee and a great assortment of bay 

 food and bacon, and the young sports- 

 man's appetite was equal to the offering. 

 His cheeks glowed with a rosy tan, his 

 clear blue eyes twinkled merrily, and his 

 ringing laughter and general demeanor 

 showed clearly the good effects of pure 

 air and out-door exercise. 



" Good Lor', boy," said Corbin to Seth 

 as he prepared a hot clam broth for his 

 young friend, ' you must be frozen! 

 It 's mighty cold here, and must be 

 colder in that ice-box out there. My, 

 how you do shoot, boy ! Where 'd you 

 learn ? " 



"I don't know, exactly," responded 

 Seth; " out west, I imagine, when quite 

 young. I had a careful teacher in my 

 father. He began with me almost from 

 the cradle. I 've shot a great many 

 times as a boy with the old gentleman in a 

 duck boat hidden on marshy points down 

 the Detroit River somewhere around 

 Grosse Isle when that territory was a 



