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Identifier: n5rodgun10cana (find matches)
Title: Rod and gun
Year: 1898 (1890s)
Authors: Canadian Forestry Association
Subjects: Fishing Hunting Outdoor life
Publisher: Beaconsfield, Que. (etc.) Rod and Gun Pub. Co. (etc.)
Contributing Library: Gerstein - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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l bust. I have no mooselicense. License the dickens, he an-swered You can get one at Blind River.I said I hoped so but my faith was small.We started forcamp. I cantexplain my feel-ings. Ifelthappyand I also feltsad. I couldshoot no moredeer and onlyone day in thebush. He took theheart out of thedeer and we ar-rived at campjust before dusk.He immediatelystarted the fireand while pre-paring suppertwo large ducksflew over ourheads. I ran forthe shot gun andslipped twoshells into it.What are youdoing that for?he asked.Those duckswill come back.They will comeback to the lake, I told him. He paid no attention,but went on with the cooking. I watch-ed the ducks, and they did just as I hadexpected. They turned and were com-ing back. This time they flew muchlower. They came directly above uswhen I cracked one with each barrel andthey fell, not one hundred yards from us.By jinks you can shoot, he said andwent and gathered them up and hungthem up to the tent pole where they showin the photograph.
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THE GUIDE AND MYSELF AFTER A TWO DAYSHUNT IN NEW ONTARIO. He fried the deer heart for supper andit was fine. I was never so hungry in allmy life and Idont think I ever ate sucha good meal. I praised him to the skyfor being such a good cook but he onlysmiled. That night we had a good smoke andbecoming great friends, we talked untilvery late. At last a peculiar sound camethrough the stillness. Do you hearthat ? What is it ! I asked. Wolves,by George ! Is there any danger ? At this he onlylaughed. Youcould haveheard him amile away. Butthe miserablethings kept itup until we fellasleep. He wassnoring an hourbefore I went tosleep. I dreamedthat a wolf waspoking his headunder the tent.I woke up witha yell. Whatsthe matter? heasked. Wol-ves, I replied.One had hishead under thetent. He didlaugh this time.Nor for a timecould I believethat they werenot there. S a tu r d a ymorning M r.A awoke mesaying break-fast was ready. When I opened my eyeseverything was steaming on the campfire. I hurriedly

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