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punt to some one of these, the wind deciding 

 the selection. Then, after sending it to the 

 shore with my yellow tolling retriever, I 

 concealed myself behind the rocks, and was 

 ready for business. I did not often have to 

 wait long if I had been put on the ledge at 

 the right time of the tide. From my position 

 I could see them coming hundreds of yards, 

 and was always ready, whether they went 

 to windward or to leeward of me, so long as 

 they were within shot. Sometimes they 

 would come so directly at me and over me, 

 that I would be obliged to throw up my gun 

 to change their course. This was the time 

 when I generally made the best shot. Eeady, 

 my faithful old setter, was right after them 

 when they fell, always going for the wounded 

 first and killing them, then landing the whole 

 of them right at my feet. Many a day I have 

 shot and secured twenty birds and upwards, 

 not infrequently getting a fine chance at 

 geese in their season. I spoke above of 

 Eeady being not only a "retriever" but a 

 "toller." Now, many of my readers may not 

 know what kind of a dog that is. I have 

 met with men who have hunted many years 



