THE 

 CONFESSIONS OF A POACHER. 



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' 1. 



THE EMBRYO POACHER. 



not remember the time when I was 

 n t a poacher ; and if I may say so, I 

 believe our family has always had a 

 genius for woodcraft. 



I was bred on the outskirts of a sleepy 

 town in a good game country, and my depre- 

 dations were mostly when the Game Laws 



