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shoot where they like in France. There never 

 was a greater mistake. The French are now 

 almost as jealous as we are where any sport is 

 concerned, and that is, I think, equivalent to 

 saying that it is not very easy to get. * Years 

 ago it was different, and a man could roam 

 where he liked. Nous avons change tout cela, 

 but still a little tobacco (cavendish) goes a long 

 way, and if you treat them politely and cour- 

 teously you can get leave by asking for it. At 

 this very Strangalla I have spoken of (which 

 was open to all, though few ever went), I was 

 one day quietly casting my fly when I received 

 a tremendous blow on the back ; I turned round, 

 and found I had been struck with the handle of 

 a large hay fork, which an enraged Breton 

 woman was flourishing about. I was in a great 

 rage, took the fork from her, and threw it in the 

 river ; she then commenced making a peculiar 

 noise something like the loud two-hoo of an owL 

 This is their cry for help. I presently saw three 

 or four men coming down the hill side, all armed 

 with forks. I plainly saw I was in for a row, so 

 produced my revolver, which I always carried 

 with me. What she said to them I know not, 



