CHAPTEE II. 



A BRUMMAGEM GUN. 



[LTHOUGH I am getting into the " sere 

 and yellow leaf," or, as a friend of 

 mine terms it, " my thatch is a 

 little mildewed," still I have a most 

 lively, and I may add painful, recollection of 

 my first double-barrel. 



Experientia docet is a " wise saw," and as 

 my experience has been pretty dearly bought, 

 I trust none of my readers or young beginners 

 will ever be weak enough to invest in a cheap 

 Brummagem gun. 



The accident which I am about to relate hap- 

 pened to myself, and my shattered left hand 

 is a most convincing proof of my assertion. 

 As a boy, I was fitted out by my father with 



