48 WITH GUN AND GUIDE 



Martindale. My God ! Mr. Martindale, I carry back 

 a disordered stomach. 



You see, it was salted ham, fried potatoes fried in 

 grease, sir, fried in grease with a stray can of toma- 

 toes a stray can, sir, and tinned pork and beans. 

 And dirty, slovenly cooking excuse me, but I must 

 say it. Henry is all right, but damn that cook. 



I shot three partridges and they helped out a bit, just 

 a bit, sir ; an' if it hadn't been that I brought my own 

 good Scotch oatmeal with me from Scotland from 

 Scotland, sir and a tin of roast beef, and some red 

 pickled cabbage two jars of it, sir and some Scotch 

 oat cakes, sir, I certainly would have starved. Yes, sir, 

 I would have starved. 



Did you ever shoot a moose ? I'm glad to hear it, 

 sir. I had three chances. The first time I was other- 

 wise occupied, sir, and I didn't fire until he was gone. 

 The second time he the moose was otherwise oc- 

 cupied, sir, and I couldn't take advantage of him at a 

 time like that. So I waited for him, and, sir, he sud- 

 denly left. And the third time my guide said the 

 moose was two hundred and fifty yards away, and I 

 sighted at two hundred and fifty, but the bullet fell shy, 

 and the moose was off. But I got three partridges. 



Did you ever shoot a tiger ? No ? I've shot twenty 

 of them, and out in the open, too. And leopards over 

 a hundred. And an elephant and a hartbeest and 

 giraffes. But I would na shoot a zebra. 



