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shoulder, or, in fact, in front of the elbow-joint and 

 forearm — but I am positive without effect, as my ear 

 never fails to catch the sound of a ball that tells. 

 Away the boar, or rather, I believe, a very large old 

 sow, flew right into the muzzles of the guns of a 

 blouse and of M. d'Anchald's groom, who each missed 

 her as she was slacking her speed to go into the other 

 portion of the forest, at about the distance of fourteen 

 yards from where they had posted themselves ; and 

 then that sagacious old rascal Papajow flew out of the 

 expected pass, redoubling his tongue through the 

 hanging smoke of my gun, in the hope that something 

 had been killed, and two hundred yards wide of the 

 English foxhounds, who broke from cover directly on 

 the line of scent. Having found that nothing was 

 killed, and that he had really no scent to hunt, this 

 false old villain then changed for the sake of appear- 

 ances in the open, and because he was violently rated 

 by me and joined the others as they emerged from the 

 wood, among whom my delighted friends of course 

 then saw him, as the pack hunted the line of scent 

 across the field into the further forest. In my haste 

 to jump on Coco's back, I neglected to fasten my little 

 pocket on the waist-belt, that held my ammunition ; 

 so in racing down the hill at speed all but one or two 

 of my balls jolted out, and I cried to some one to lend 



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