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The old keeper was one of those who held me 

 under the operation. 



" Don't 'ee winch, Measter Julus," exclaimed 

 he ; " remember, I taught 'ee how to shute ; 

 thee shall shute as well as ever again in a 

 month, for 'ee be all right in the trigger finger." 



Years have rolled on since then. The lad of 

 fifteen has become a gray-headed man nearly 

 fifty years of age, but still as fond, and, if pos- 

 sible, fonder of sport than ever. My life has 

 been spent abroad, following up the excitements 

 of " flood and field," and many a strange incident 

 has befallen me in my wild and venturesome 

 life. 



Last year, after more than twenty years' ab- 

 sence, I returned to the old country, to home 

 and friends. 



In the servants' hall, before the fire, in a com- 

 fortable cushioned arm-chair, sat Mathew an 

 old, very old man, over four score. 



His eye glistened as he welcomed me. " Oh 

 Measter Julus " (I was always Measter Julus, 

 or young captain with him), " this does my old 

 eyesight good. I be happy noo ; I taught 'ee 

 how to shute ; and if what I hears be true, 'ee 



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