A GREAT HUNTER 
“ Fiddle-iddle-iddle ! ” The notes rang out 
sharp and clear and withal so challengingly, that 
the listener looked up from his book quickly. 
“ Hello! ” he said,“ I’m Max Dayton. Who are 
you? ” 
The answer was prompt: “ Dick-fiddle-iddle- 
iddle” 
“ Ho, ho! ” laughed the lad, “ you are a jolly 
fellow for sure. Dick-fiddle-iddle-iddle! I’m 
certain I never heard of you before. But doubt¬ 
less you are a distinguished member of Nature’s 
orchestra; which do you play, first or second 
violin? ” 
“ Fiddle-iddle-iddle” 
“ Your pardon, I am sure,” the lad laughed de¬ 
lightedly. “ You are old-fashioned, I see. It’s 
a fiddle you play. Well, go ahead and let’s see 
what you can do.” 
But the little musician only reiterated his 
boast, and the lad chose to take exception to his 
failure to make good. “ I don’t believe you can 
fiddle at all,” he cried scornfully. “ And now I 
think of it, perhaps that is not what you meant me 
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