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father hurried up, and ran up the steps to the dock and 

 waited. Then he said: 'My friend, you were going to 

 lick me when you got on shore. I'm in a hurry to go 

 to business and have only got a few minutes to spare, 

 and I would like you to do it now.' The man looked 

 him over and said: 'Be jabers, it isn't worth while for the 

 likes of us to be foighten' about an ould pipe.' Now, 

 Fred, that 'longshoreman would have cleaned you up in 

 about two seconds. Why, you ain't a bit like the old 

 man." I learn from my old friend, Hon. J. W. Seaton, 

 who still lives in Potosi, that Driesbach died something 

 like fifteen years ago, and the vest made from a pet 

 leopard skin was given by Driesbach to Judge Seaton, 

 who has it now. 



When we went to work in the woods near the river 

 I took my rifle as soon as September I came around and 

 it was lawful to use it. This was the one that father gave 

 me. I only remember that the barrel was half round 

 and half octagon, an unusual departure from the general 

 make of rifles, which were generally all octagon, and 

 were stocked to the muzzle, although short stocks were 

 coming into fashion. Calibre was a word little used in 

 connection with hunting rifles, but we reckoned them 

 by the number of round bullets to the pound. Squirrel 

 rifles ran as small as 120 to the pound; mine was thirty 

 to the pound, and that was considered very large. I 

 never used any long bullets in it "slugs" we called 

 them for the theory was that they were only good in the 

 open country, and that contact with a twig would de- 

 flect them more than it would round bullets. A modern 

 rifleman would not know how to tell the calibre of a rifle 

 by our measure, and I can't inform him. I only know 

 that with such guns, and many smaller, the old-time 

 hunters killed the biggest animals on the continent, often 



