OH, SHOOT! 



foot craft in existence that can navigate on a 

 heavy frost or a light dew. But that is an 

 exaggeration, as we discovered when, finally, 

 we were forced to go overboard, regardless of 

 the weather, and boost her off by main 

 strength. Then we learned that she had been 

 cunningly designed to draw just enough water 

 so as to thoroughly wet us, regardless of the 

 height of our waders. But the experience 

 benefited our colds; it did them a world of 

 good and practically renewed their youth. 



Max and I tested out the game resources of 

 several sections of that shore on the way to. 

 Ocracoke, but instead of shipping quail home 

 to our expectant friends, we had hard work to 

 get enough to keep body and soul together, 

 and those few, of course, we could neither 

 taste nor smell our colds were doing so well. 

 Always there was some good reason why we 

 had shot nothing to-day but had high hopes 

 for the morrow; Duke and Duchess began to 

 regard the whole expedition as a hoax on them, 

 and spent their time collecting ticks for me to 

 remove during the evening. Nevertheless, 

 the open life was having its effect upon Max 

 and me. We had arrived soft, pallid, gas- 

 bleached, our bones afflicted with city-bred 



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