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''No," lie replied, "I do not." 



"I do," I remarked, "yon fired sixteen shots 

 and got fonr birds ; I fired thirteen and got 

 thirteen birds. I suppose yon will still call it 

 luck?" 



One of the drivers who had been put forward 

 as a stop, well in sight of my butt, cried, " Nay ! 

 Nay! Ho'd thy tongue ! if thou lives to a hundred, 

 thou'll nivver do that. I saw him fell 'em all." 



' Will,' the stop, should he read this, would 

 doubtless remember it. The other gun was not 

 much of a shot, and rather bored me with his 

 word "Luck." 



Another incident happened on the same moor, 

 and about the same year also, on a driving day. 



The late Mr. Robert Lodge, of Bishopdale, 

 coming up to join the party at luncheon, inadver- 

 tently, and through not knowing on what part of 

 the moor the guns then were, most unfortunately 



