Jumping Chickens in the Corn. 



driver had foolishly come off without his overcoat, and as a 

 consequence he was shaking as if he had a fit of buck fever. 



We are blest in this country with good roads, and on this 

 occasion we made good use of them, driving home in about 

 one hour and a half. When I seated myself at the table, I at- 

 tacked the substantiate in a way that made Mrs. S - stare at 

 me as if she thought I had lost my manners or gone crazy. 



And now, gentle reader, if you have a friend come to visit 

 you and he protests he has never done any wing shooting, don't 

 flatter yourself that you are going to wipe his eye about every 

 other shot, for if you should you might get left as I did. 

 Friend M. claimed he had never done any chicken shooting, but 

 when we counted our empty shells and birds at night his score 

 stood as clean as mine. 



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