THE WITCH-HAZEL BOMBARDMENT 



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usual profusion of bloom, and while standing close be- 

 side it in admiration I was suddenly stung on the cheek 

 by some missile, and the next instant shot in the eye 

 by another, the mysterious marksman having apparently 

 let off both barrels of >* 

 his little gun directly 

 in my face. 



I soon discovered *> ^ * 



him anarmyof V * * 



them in fact, a saucy Vjj 



legion all grinning 

 with open mouths and 



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white teeth exposed, and their double-barrelled guns 

 loaded to the muzzle, and ready to shoot whenever the 

 whim should take them. 



These little sharp-shooters I have shown in my illus- 

 tration. They are the double-barrelled guns of the 

 witch-hazel the ripe pods of last year's flowers now 



