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FOREST AND STREAM. 
[APRIL 28, 1906. 

Kennel Special. 
Ads under this head 2 cents a word a time (or 3 
cents in capitals). Cash must accompany order. 


For Sale.—Full-blood English BEAGLE Hounds, Hunt- 
ers that Sem hunted. OAKLAND BEAGLE KENNELS, 
Pontiac, Mich. 

Norwegian bearhounds, Irish. wolfhounds, deer and cat 
hounds. English bloodhounds, American foxhounds, 
Four-cent oc for illustrated catalogue. 
ROOKWOOD KENNELS, Lexington, Ky. 
For Sale.—Dogs, Hogs, Pigeons, Ferrets, Belgium Hares. 
8 cents for 40-page illustrated catalogue. 
Cc. G LLOYDT, Dept: *M.,” Sayre, Pa: 


FOR SALE.—Thoroughly trained pointers, setters and 
hounds. Can furnish you a good one at a moderate price 
at any time. GEO. W. LOVELL, Middleboro, Mass. 

TWENTY YOUNG DOGS and Puppies, by Tony’s 
Count and Guy Gladstone. FRANK FORESTER 
KENNEL, Warwick, N. Y. a7 

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o DOGS, PUPPIES, 
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chapters on the feeding, kenneling and management of 
dogs; also chapters on cats. 
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with practical 
uis, Mo. 
(America) Ltd. San Francisco, Cal. 
1324 salencia St, 
BOOK ON 
DOG DISEASES 
AND 
HOW TO FEED. 
Mailed FREE to any address by the author. 
H. CLAY GLOVER, D. V. S., 1278 Broadway, New York. 
IMPROVED SPIKE COLLAR. 
For use in dog training. Price, $2.00. By 
mail, $2.10. Send for circular. 
B. WATERS, 
346 Broadway, New York. 
Have You a Dog? 
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DRUG CO. 859 MainSt. Richmond, Va. 
THE POCKET: KENNEL RECORD. 
Morocco. Price, 50 cents. 
The “Pocket Kennel Record” is, as its ame implies, a 
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transactions which take place away from home, intended 
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FOREST AND STREAM PUBLISHING CO. 
Wants and Exchanges. 
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Passenger Brakemen, Firemen, Electric Motormen, Conduc- 
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every State. DEPT. 35, INTER RAILWAY rm NE, 
Indianapolis, Ind. 
WANTED. 
Canvasback duck eggs for hatching purposes, 
also. live Canvasback ducks. Address White, 
128 E. 34th St., New York. 


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PRACTICAL GLASS BLOWER 

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“T won't tell,” said Sam. 
“Wal, I won’t shoot this time, anyway, tell or 
no tell. The horse is too nigh. If he was fifty 
rods off, instead of twelve, so there’d be a bare 
possibility of mistaking him for a deer, I'd let 
fly. As it is, I’d give the Colonel $5 for a shot.” 
At that moment the Colonel himself stepped 
from behind a big oak, not half a dozen paces 
distant, and stood before Mr. Drake. 
“Well, why don’t you shoot?” 
The old man stammered in some confusion: 
“That you, Colonel? I—I was tempted to, I de- 
Ab And, as I said, I’ll give you a ‘V’ for one 
pull.” 
“Say an ‘X’ and it’s a bargain.” 
Drake felt of his rifle, and looked at old Roan. 
“How much is the horse wuth?”’ he muttered 
in Sam’s ear. 
“About fifty.” 
“Gad, Colonel, I’ll do it. Here’s your ‘X.’” 
The Colonel pocketed the money, muttering: 
“Hanged if I thought you’d take me up.” 
With high glee the old hunter put a fresh cap 
on his rifle, stood up in his wagon, and drew a 
close sight on old Roan. Sam Marston chuckled. 
The Colonel put his hand before his face and 
chuckled, too. 
Crack went the rifle. The hunter tore out a 
horrid oath, which I will not repeat. Sam was 
astonished. The Colonel laughed. Old Roan 
never stirred. 
Drake stared at his rifle with a face as black 
as Othello’s. 
“What’s the matter with you, hey? Fus’ time 
you ever served me quite such a trick, I swan.” 
And Drake loaded the piece with great wrath 
and indignation. 
“People say you’ve lost your knack o’ shoot- 
ing,’ observed the Colonel, in a tone of cutting 
satire. 
“Who said so? It’s a lie!’ thundered Drake. 
“IT can shoot— 
“A horse at ten rods, ha, ha!” 
Drake was livid. 
“Look. here, Colonel, I can’t stand that,’ he 
began. 
“Never mind, the horse can,” 
onel; “T’ll risk you.” 
Grinding his teeth, Drake produced another 
ten-dollar bill. 
“Here,” he growled, “I am bound to have an- 
other shot, anyway.” 
“Crack away,” cried the Colonel, pocketing the 
note. 
Drake did crack away—with deadly aim, too— 
but the horse did not mind the bullet in the least. 
To the rage and unutterable astonishment of the 
hunter, old Roan looked him right in the face, 
as if he rather liked the fun. 
“Drake,” cried Sam, “you’re drunk! A horse 
at a dozen rods, oh, my eye!” 
“Just you shut your mouth or Ill shoot you,” 
thundered the excited Drake. “The bullet was 
hollow, I’ll swear. The man lies who says I can’t 
shoot! Last week I cut off a goose’s head at 
fifty rods, and kin dew it agin. By the Lord 
Harry, Colonel, you can laugh, but I’ll bet now, 
$30, I can bring down old Roan at one shot.” 
The wager was readily accepted. The stakes 
were placed in Sam’s hands. Elated with the 
idea of winning back his two tens, and making 
an “X” into the bargain, Drake carefully selected 
a perfect ball, and even buckskin patch, and 
beaded his rifle. It was now nearly dark, but the 
old hunter boasted of being able to. shoot a bat 
on the wing by starlight, and without hesitation 
drew a clear sight on old Roan’s head. 
A minute later, Drake was driving through the 
grove, the most enraged, the most desperate of 
men. His rifle, innocent victim of his ire, lay 
with broken stock on the bottom of his wagon. 
Sam Marston was too frightened to laugh. 
Meanwhile, the gratified Colonel was rolling on 
the ground convulsed with mirth, and old Roan 
was standing undisturbed under the trees. 
When Drake reached home, his two sons dis- 
covering his ill humor, and the mutilated condi- 
tion of the rifle stock, hastened to arouse his 
spirits with a piece of news, which they were 
sure would make him dance for joy. 
“Clear away,” growled the angry old man. “TI 
don’t want to hear any news; get away, or I shall 
knock one of you down.” 
sneered the Col- 
