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couldn't rop der poy on der highway, in der vilderness, 

 mit force und wiolence, against his vill." 



" If our money run out, didn't I have a watch ? " 

 said Jim. 



" Dots vats der madder ! But say, Shim, don't you 

 dink it vould a goot idea pe, if ve der same story tell 

 der poys at home ? " 



" Yes, we mustn't forget that. You say you kiUed 

 four, I the same, and the odd one we both shot, and 

 can't say who killed it. We have enough, and won't 

 hunt any more to-day. 



" Und der tog ! vot shall I say apout him ? Dat he 

 vas out of bracdioe, und a leedle rusdy ? " 



" Yes, yes," Jim replied. " Don't mention the dog 

 unless compelled to, and then speak tenderly of him, 

 for my mother's sake, she thinks a great deal of him." 



They hunted no more that day, but hung aroimd the 

 woods, eating and drinking until early evening, when 

 they started for home, arriving there at about 9 p. M. 

 Next day, they took especial pains to show the game, 

 the evidence of their skill. That afternoon the follow- 

 ing appeared in the local paper 



"GOOD SHOTS. 



" Two of our most successful duck-hunters, Messrs. 

 James Johnson and Johann Dietrich, after months of 

 close confinement to their business, resolved to banish 

 dull care and have a day's outing on the Meredosia 

 Bottoms. They left here yesterday morning at break 

 of day, supplied with the necessary accoutrements for a 

 day of pleasure, taking with them their excellent re- 

 triever 'Sport.' They returned last night, pleased 



