SHOOTING 



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say, and the next thing I recollect is being im- 

 pelled by some subconscious force to run eight 

 times round the cowshed at breakneck speed. 

 The milkman would also appear to have been 

 smitten with a similar desire for exercise, and 



ran round the shed 

 immediately in my 

 rear, with a pitch- 

 fork in his hand, ex- 

 pressing the while a 

 passionate longing 

 to effect that meet- 

 ing from which I 

 seemed to feel a 

 growing and per- 

 haps not unreason- 

 able aversion. 



Just as I was 

 circling the track 

 for the ninth time 

 a friendly pig came to my rescue, and thrust 

 itself between the legs of my pursuer. The 

 latter fell heavily to the ground, leaving me to 

 finish the course alone, and in another minute 

 I had gained the shelter of the house, and was 

 hiding my gun in the library behind an edition 

 of Shakespeare's works where I knew that I could 

 count upon its remaining undisturbed. 



