July io, 1909.] 
FOREST AND STREAM 
though we were back in the days of the wild 
Red King and the saintly Anselm. 
“Tell you what. If I were a king, I’d quietly 
put a bit by every now and then—you know, 
fifty thousand at a time—until I had enough 
quietly invested to bring in a really hot in¬ 
come. Then I’d abdicate and go in for nothing 
lse but sport. Rather. There’s something 
ibout sport that makes it worth while, eh? 
Something! Even reading about it. I’ve got 
1 brother of mine in town who shares a Smith’s 
ibrary ticket with me—two volumes at a time, 
>'OU know. Well, when I fetch ’em I usually 
[veigh in with two sporting books—Big Game, 
md “that. Can’t resist it—absolutely. Jim 
■iates ’em—he wants novels. Why, if you 
iffered me one of the best novels ever written 
—in the train say—and any one had left a gun- 
naker’s catalogue on the seat behind ’em, I 
hould choose the catalogue to read. There’s 
■omething about guns—and cartridges, eh? 
wishing tackle, too! Crummy! I’d sooner look 
>ver a fishin’ tackle shop than go to the Royal 
\cademy.” 
He deftly spun himself a cigarette and took 
pull at his tankard. 
Funny a chap like me should be a clerk in 
own not a ha’p’ny to fly with. Fortnight a 
ear holiday. The other chaps can’t under- 
tand why I take my holidays at the beginning 
f the winter. They think I want to slouch up 
nd down piers in the summer with a fancy 
'aistcoat and a girl! ”—he grinned winningly 
-I t rie d it once, but the second day I dropped 
an went fishing, for dabs. My idea is to 
hink out—to find out—a place like this and 
ut in .mv fortnight sensibly, eh? I’ve got 
ermission for a week s fishin’ here—jack fishin' 
: and the landlord knows two farmers who’ll 
ive me leave to have a day or so on their 
rms after rabbits—I shall get a pigeon or two 
erhaps. If a pheasant comes along—well, f 
on t suppose some wealthy shootin’ man will 
ick much if a poor devil like me cuts over a 
uiple of his birds. After all-” he looked 
istfully into the fire. 
“There’s a place in Anglesea I read of—a 
Ptel with fresh-water fishin’, sea fishin’, shoot- 
—wildfowl and rabbits—rough y’know—all 
ee to visitors stopping at the hotel. Crummy! 
meant going there this year. To tell the 
kith, between ourselves, I was a bit short of 
hat I reckoned it would cost—you’ve got to 
h pretty , high at hotels like that, y’know— 
id so I risked a couple of quid on Beppo for 
e Cesarewitch. Got greedy, you know. It 
ent down—wallop. Beppo got fourth. I got 
\ to 1. Hard luck, eh? I should have had 
■ rtv pounds. I should have bought a new gun 
•hammerless, eh?—and gone to Ireland per- 
*PS- Crummy! I expect losing that two- 
pund made me a bit nervous, for I lost a 
Mliard handicap that night that I looked cer- 
un to win. They all said so—three pound 
1 st prize. Poor, old me, eh?”—gloomily— 
ait after all this is all right. We made those 
its skip, eh? He grinned his all-conquering 
f-in again. He had talked for a half hour and 
■ ad said not a word. But I would not have 
neiTupted him for gold. Poor old Firmin— 
J wish Beppo had won in a walk. 
Y know, come to think of it there’s some- 
tmg wrong somewhere. Take Big Game 
• looting —the capitals might help to give you 
tme idea of the tone—he said it as a miser 
civT S3 ij A j , lf lle dlscoy ered a mountain of 
-nd gold and knew that he was alone in the 
cscovery. “Take Big Game Shooting. There 
'. e nch men who do nothing but enjoy them- 
, s ~have a good time—and are absolutely 
real good at all. But supposing some day 
«e of them thinks to himself, ‘I’ll have a bit 
ouephant shooting—and lions—and rhinoceros 
su-affe—hippopotamus!’” Firmin lingered 
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t'J , T a |V lf l were ln . hls Piace I should 
. ‘ -‘$6 ^ annhcher”—his voice was the 
ce of pure delight—“a .256 Mannlicher 
beauties—went into a shop once and 
I'hvLf at , on . e lr,a n very polite until I said 
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ejector, and a .600 cordite for the elephants 
to start with anyhow, and a hammerless ejector 
shotgun in case we wanted some birds for the 
camp sometimes”—Firmin paused, rapt and 
dreaming, what time the “guns, ammunition, 
etc,” advertisements of the sporting weeklies 
rose up stately before my mind’s eye—“and 
any other rifle I wanted to give a trial. He 
buys his rifles then—and cartridges—and makes 
his arrangements No need to work the thing 
out in pennies. And off he starts for a turn 
at the finest game in the world, my boy—the— 
finest—game—in—the—world! Well, that’s all 
right—he’s got the money. But why shouldn’t 
I be able to do it like that—sometimes—once, 
say—just only once? I’d give five years of my 
life for it if I could. He doesn’t even have 
to work for his money—he inherits it. And 
very likely he’s not particularly keen on big 
game, either. I do work—as well as I can any¬ 
how—got to—and”—Firmin glanced surrep¬ 
titiously at me—“and after all you know, God 
sent me into the world with a craving for good 
clean sport. And nothing to get it with. And 
no time either-—except a fortnight per dam’ 
annum?” 
I heard bitterness in his voice for the first 
time. But it was only for a minute. 
u “Ah, well!” He sighed and finished his beer. 
I don’t grudge anybody their luck—but you 
can t help being a bit envious, you know. I 
can read about it, anyhow—and cadge a shot at 
