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within fifty yards of each other, flushing and 

 dropping their game in a style not to be excelled. 

 Bill manages his boat beautifully under the cir- 

 cumstances, and his man shoots now remarkably 

 well. But his opponent is equally sure, and the 

 extraordinary rapidity with which Dennis spins 

 the batteau, as it were, on her heel, in retrieving 

 a bird which has fallen afar on either hand, 

 while the skiff is obliged to push stern foremost, 

 or to make a curve line for the same purpose, 

 gives the first a slight but decided advantage. 



" Hurrah, Dennis !" shouts a fellow in a third 

 boat, as two double shots successively occur to 

 the batteau; "old Grey steel forever!" 



Looking at the man we at once recognize our 

 ci-devant original who "done" with the fat gen- 

 tleman on the first of the tide. He has now 

 another jolly -look ing shooter in charge, a very 

 different person, however, for we see at once it 

 is our friend Major F. who, although last on the 

 marsh, we will wager a dozen, will not come off 

 least. A moment after two birds spring and 

 cross, and are killed from the skiff at a single 

 shot. 



" Hurrah !" shouts a United States officer from 

 the fort, waving his cap, " that is what I call 

 sport." 



