CHAPTER I. 



SHOOTING EXTRAORDINARY. 



I PROPOSE, now, to relate some instances 

 of remarkable shooting, after which I 

 shall hark back a little, and give some account 

 of my doings before I went to Stanstead. 



I was walking through the village of 

 Elsenham one day, with my gun on my 

 shoulder, when I passed the ** Robin Hood " 

 public house, and there I saw Albert Warner, 

 a farmer's son, who lived at Broxted. He was 

 on the spree with a friend of his, taking a glass 

 outside the house, and he insisted on making 

 a bet with me that he would shoot a penny 



