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900 pounds, so that it may be readily imagined that 

 the momentum generated cannot be trifling. 



Keader, when first you went out covert-shooting as 

 a youth, can you not recall to mind how your heart 

 went " pit-pat " as a beater shouted, " Look out ; 

 hare !" or " Mark cock !" Can you not remember how 

 the whining sound of the first pheasant, as it came 

 down quickly with the wind across the ride where you 

 were stationed, raised your excitement to the most 

 frantic pitch ? If you can still recall these feelings, you 

 have a faint, but a very faint idea of what it is to hear 

 the sound of breaking boughs coming straight towards 

 you in the middle of a dense Norwegian forest. Now 

 is the time to be steady, and keep that heart of yours 

 from throbbing and bumping as if it would jump clean 

 out of your breast. Ten to one you will miss if it be 

 the first time you have been out elk-hunting. I did 

 (though that is no reason why you should). I could 

 no more have fired than have done I don't know what 

 impossibility. I stood like the cockney who had never 

 fired a shot before in his life, when invited down to the 

 country to shoot pheasants. Admiration of the pretty 

 " long-tailed " creatures quite got the better of him, to 

 the intense disgust of the gamekeeper. 



The Swedes have a very apt term for the feeling 

 which such sights produce in the tyro's breast, viz., 

 " skogs-frossa." And I believe no young sportsman, 



