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as the line of the target was concerned, but the balls still 

 fell short of the mark. 



The photographer, who was absent in the woods when 

 I commenced firing, now made his appearance, and seizing 

 the Winchester rifle, began to compete with me. He was 

 able to fire two shots with the repeater while I could fire 

 one from the breech-loading Ballard. The contest between 

 us was now very lively, and we succeeded in pefsuading 

 the guides to bring the game nearer to us, so that the 

 animal was not more than one hundred yards from the 

 muzzles of the rifles. The bullets now fell in very close 

 proximity to the doe's head ; none were more than four 

 or five inches from its centre. Six or eight shots have 

 been fired with this degree of accuracy, when I send in 

 one that breaks the skin over the base of the animal's 

 skull. She dodges her head downward, but quickly brings 

 it up again, when a shot from Mildenberger ends this trial 

 of skill. The guides shout aloud and lustily cheer the pho- 

 tographer, who proudly puts down his rifle and wipes the 

 perspiration from his brow. 



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