OH, SHOOT! 



was soon numb and wet the normal state for 

 a battery hunter. Members of the Greely 

 expedition doubtless suffered some discom- 

 forts, and the retreat from Serbia must have 

 been trying, but for loo-per-cent-perfect ex- 

 posure give me a battery in stormy winter 

 weather. 



However, I managed to collect a fair number 

 of birds before dusk, when, in answer to my 

 feeble signals, the guides rescued me. They 

 seized me by my brittle ears, raised me stiffly 

 to my heels, then slid me, head first, into the 

 tiny cabin of the launch, as stokers shove cord- 

 wood into a boiler. By the time we got back 

 to the boat I could bend my larger joints 

 slightly and I no longer gave off a metallic 

 sound when things fell on me. 



The other boys had not fared so well. They 

 had been drowned out, their battery had been 

 sunk without trace, and they had nothing to 

 show for their day's sport except a clothes line 

 full of steaming garments and a nice pair of 

 congestive chills. Otherwise it had been a 

 great day, and we looked forward to more fun 

 on the morrow. 



But how vain our hopes! As usual, the 

 weather was unparalleled. Once again it 



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