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it. In the course of ten days we had paid 

 visits to most parts of the moor by changing 

 our place of abode three or four times. 



I am not going to inflict upon the reader an 

 account of our daily sport ; it was not great, 

 certainly, but we got enough to satisfy us. Our 

 game consisted mostly of snipe and golden 

 plover. Of the former we killed a good many, 

 and the weather being mild and open (it was 

 the early part of December), and being both 

 good walkers and in rare condition, we 

 thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. 



My brother was a better shot than I was, 

 although, from having an injury to his right 

 arm when he was a child, he shot from his left 

 shoulder. I rarely ever saw him miss. He did 

 once though, fortunately, for he missed me. I 

 was getting over a fence in front of him, when, 

 as he was letting down the hammers of his 

 gun to half-cock, it went off; the charge passed 

 between my arm and my body, and took a 

 piece out of my coat — rather a close shave, but 

 a miss is as good as a mile. 



We made a great mistake in taking spaniels 

 to Dartmoor. Very few spaniels are fit for the 

 open, and though the ones we took were very 



