Young Hunters of the Lake by Ralph Bonehill
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page 109 of 228 (47%)
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Snap was the first up in the morning, and while he was getting
breakfast ready, Giant took his shotgun and went off in quest of game. "There ought to be plenty of wild fowl around a swamp like this," said the small member of the club. "I am going to see what I can bring down before we leave." "If you bring down much you'll have Mr. S. Hooper in your wool," answered Snap. "I don't believe he is around. And, another thing, I didn't see any fences." "Nor I. I guess you are safe in bringing down whatever you can hit. But don't stay out too long." Giant walked to the other side of the little hill and then along a cove of the big swamp. Far ahead he saw some birds, resting close to the water's edge. He felt they might be quail or perhaps some wild turkeys. The ground was anything but firm, and Giant soon had to leap from one dry patch to another. He was half tempted to turn back, but now he was almost within gun-shot of the game and he hated to give up the quest. "I'll go back a bit from the water and come around on the other side," he reasoned. Then he took to another course, only to find, presently, that it was worse than the first. He was now between clumps of reeds, and almost before he knew it one of the clumps |
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