OH, SHOOT! 



and visiting sportsmen with eager, feverish 

 eyes were setting forth once more for the gun- 

 ning grounds. But we hated them. Flocks 

 of geese decoyed to the mail boat whenever it 

 hove to or broke down, and we hated them 

 also. 



Upon my arrival home I found a wire from 

 Ri reading: 



Too bad you left. Nathan killed fifty birds the next day 

 and he can't hit a bull with a spade. 



However, take it by and large, it was a 

 fine trip and a good time was had by all, which 

 proves what I set out to demonstrate in the 

 beginning viz., you can't explain a hunter; 

 you can only bear with him and allow nature 

 to take its course. 



