■ffn tbe Moobs witb tbe 3Bow 



ing for grubs. The arrow appeared ac- 

 tually to fall upon it, but it was a miss. 

 The leaves and dirt were flung up by the 

 shaft's pile, and out of the little dust-jet 

 rose the flicker like a spurt of dull flame. 

 It was almost a duplicate of the shot at the 

 doddler. I felt not a little relieved, glad 

 that I had missed, but proud of the shot. 

 And that was the closing incident of a 

 memorable outing. A few minutes later 

 I was again in the highway, briskly tramp- 

 ing toward the station, and that night I 

 slept while rushing homeward at the rate 

 of sixty miles an hour. 



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