A Novel Muskrat Hunt. 



wind so increased the size of the waves that the rats stopped 

 running for the day. Consulting my watch, I was surprised to 

 find it was noon, and, calling the time of day across to Steve, 

 he loaded his rats in the skiff and paddled over. Counting the 

 pelts, we found we had twenty-six to show for our morning's 

 sport, and I doubt if I ever averaged one kill out of ten shots. 

 Taking our lunch up to the farm-house, we got some hot coffee, 

 and, after a good dinner, started on the homeward drive. I 

 had to acknowledge to Steve that the shooting had been dif- 

 ficult enough to be interesting, and I certainly have him to 

 thank for one of the most novel and pleasant day's sport of 

 my life. 



Sports Afield. 



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