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unfrequented groves. Now handle your 

 tackle a little, looking all around you, as a 

 wild turkey habitually does, to see if by 

 any possible ill luck a human eye is with- 

 in range. It is a crucial moment for you. 

 If a man should step from behind a tree 

 near by, you would drop your bow and 

 run like a hare, recklessly heeling and toe- 

 ing your way through copse and tangle, 

 across brook and over fell, never stopping 

 while breath and nerve lasted. In a little 

 space of time, however, if nothing break 

 the charm of solitude, you will begin to 

 realize a fascination that never yet has 

 failed, and presently the bow will have 

 you completely at its mercy. Practise 

 with it a few minutes every day for a 

 week, and your fate will be sealed ; never 

 again can you quite escape from the 

 purple mist, the romantic allurement, the 

 picturesque hallucination of archery. Fly- 

 fishing, cricket, fencing, skating, polo, and 

 golf all condensed into one cannot compare 

 with it. 



But the proof is not in words. What 

 one says must have under it the lift of 



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