"Now at the birds, me boy, let dhrive!"
Says Mike, exhorting Dan.
"That's how we'll keep the game alive,
By killing all we can!"
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[Illustration: DAMAGED GOODS.--_Sportsman_ (_invited to help shoot some
bucks in Mr. Meanman's park, and has just knocked one over_). "By Jove!
what a lovely head! You must let me have that for mounting."
_Mr. Meanman_ (_frightfully indignant_). "What! cut his head off! Why,
man, it would ruin the sale of the carcase!"]
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[Illustration: UNNECESSARY QUESTIONS.
_Lady_ (_with gun_). "Am I holding the thing right?"]
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[Illustration: _Sportsman_ (_to Snobson, who hasn't brought down a
single bird all day_). "Do you know Lord Peckham?"
_Snobson._ "Oh dear, yes; I've often shot at his house."
_Sportsman._ "Ever hit it?"]
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[Illustration: Renting a well-stocked moor]
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[Illustration: A shooting party]
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A ZOOLOGICAL CONUNDRUM.--_Intending Tenant_ (_to_ Lord Battusnatch's
_Head Keeper_). And how about the birds? Are they plentiful, Gaskins?
_Gaskins._ Well, sir, if the foxes of our two neighbours was able to lay
pheasants' eggs, I should say there'd be no better shooting south o' the
Trent.
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SAD FATALITY TO ONE OF A SHOOTING PARTY ON THE MOORS.--On returning
home, after a most successful day's sport, just as he entered the garden
he was taken from life by a snap-shot.
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[Illustration: A BLANK DAY.--_First Friend._ "The birds are terribly
wild to-day."
_Second Friend._ "Not half so wild as our host will be, if it keeps on
like this."]
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AT A DOG-SHOW.--_First Fancier._ That's a well-bred terrier of yours,
Bill.
_Second Fancier._ And so he ought to be. Didn't the Princess of Wales
own his great grand-aunt!
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[Illustration: Choke bore]
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[Illustration: Birds were strong]
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