OH, SHOOT! 



much that their knees buckled and they 

 looked as if they were about to jump. 



They put up a covey or two, but it became 

 a question either of removing their coats in 

 solid blankets, as a whale is stripped of its 

 blubber, or of patiently freeing them, one burr 

 at a time an all-day task so we went back 

 to the car and sought a snipe marsh. 



Snipe marshes are wet, and the mud is 

 usually deep, dark, and sticky. One either 

 stands or sits in it, and to get the fullest enjoy- 

 ment from the sport one should forget his 

 rubber boots. This we had done; hence we 

 were pretty squashy when we got back into 

 the automobile about dark. We slowly froze 

 on the way to town, but before we had hoarsed 

 up too badly to speak, we agreed that it had 

 been a great day. 



I picked burrs most of that night. Along 

 toward morning, however, I realized that it 

 was a hopeless task. I had hair all over the 

 cabin; my fingers were bleeding, Duke and 

 Duchess were upon the verge of hysteria, and 

 whenever we looked at each other we showed 

 our teeth and growled. So I decided to clip 

 them. But it is no part of a vacation to shear 

 a pair of fretful canines, size six and seven- 



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