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must have been indigestion, or want of more cherry brandy 

 when sitting cramped up in the reed shelter. This latter 

 excuse was a glorious suggestion, for did it not "kill two 

 birds with one stone" as we say in England? Firstly, it 

 freed me (at least, so I fondly imagined) from all blame as 

 to my shooting. Secondly, my host was compelled, by the 

 laws of hospitality, to give me a second iimings at that 

 inspiring beverage when we reached the keeper's cottage. 

 Trust this humble and modest sportsman for making super- 

 lative use of this his last and golden opportunity at least 

 so far as that bottle was concerned. With my th glass 

 I drank for the th time " Success to my host, and confusion 

 to wildfowl, and to all bent-stocked guns." 



A THAMES PUNT FITTED FOR PICNIC-CRUISING IN BROADLAND. 



