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WILD FOWL SHOOTING. 



" Yah ! Yah ! Call fowl und chicken ; call the pur- 

 reds of der yield and der peasts of der air, you doant get 

 avay from me yoost die samee." And he hit him again 

 and again. Hans felt avenged now, and being cooled 

 off, jumped hastily from his opponent's prostrate body, 

 and said, " Shim ! vots de use of you, und I fighting ? 

 Led's be friends. Honestly ! I shod at dot dug." 



" So did I," said Jim, " but don't you ever try to 

 bluff me again by talking fight, for you can't do it. I 

 ain't that kind of a fellow. You won the first round 

 on a foul, and we will let it drop till some other time. 

 Tell you what I will do with you, Dutchy ; we will 

 draw cuts, the one getting the shortest has credit for 

 killing the duck." Jim held the cuts. Hans pulled 

 the shortest, but Jim slyly nips off the end of the 

 remaining cut with his thumb, and shows up that he 

 won. 



" Funny," says Hans, " but ven I traw mit you I 

 alvays lose." " Very funny," replies Jim, arching his 

 eyebrows. 



" Here, Sport," said Jim, and turning to Hans, said, 

 " I am going to see if he wont bring that duck." He 

 walked to the edge of the water, threw a clump of dirt 

 out near the duck, and exclaimed ; " Go get it, Sport." 

 The dog look inquiringly at Jim, and he patting him 

 kindly on the head said again, " Go get it, Sport, that's 

 a nice boy." 



" That ought to fedch him," said Hans ; " your tone 

 vas so mild, your woice so sveet, yoost like honey." 



" Oh, let up," replied Jim, " Don't guy me, I have 

 got enough to attend to now with this infernal dog." 

 He kept throwing clods, and at last the dog swam past 

 the duck, then completely around it, and finally started 



