146 KRIDER'S SPORTING ANECDOTES. 



" Load up, sir, load up," answers the fellow 

 coolly ; " there is no time to tell fortunes now. 

 Look, sir, yonder comes Dennis Welsh and Bill 

 Starn pushing side by side." 



I'D n Bill Starn!" mutters the other, 



wiping off his gunlocks with a white handker- 

 chief. 



" It's no use, sir, a breakwater wouldn't stop 

 the nigger. See how he ploughs through the 

 reeds like a steamboat. Ready, sir?" 



" No, I ain't, you one-eyed scoundrel," growls 

 the tyro, fumbling at the lids of his box which 

 have been jammed into the partition by his fall. 



" Well, sir, no hurry ; its my place to wait 

 upon you; if you've no pertikler rejection, I'll 

 tell you a story as how I lost my eye while 

 you're cleaning off the mash mud." 



" You're an impudent son of a ," exclaims 



the exasperated shooter, entirely losing sight of 

 his breeding. 



"Pshaw, sir," replies the fellow, leaning on 

 his pole as coolly as before, " it's despurit hard 

 work for two dogs in one collar to pull different 

 ways. Besides the story'll make you laugh in 

 spite of yourself, and you'll be sartin to kill the 

 next bird. Once upon a time " 



" I tell you what," interrupts the fat gentle- 



