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I awaited his approach until he was within two yards of the muzzle of my gun. To do the fellow justice, he charged manfully althugh he saw my barrels leaning over the wall and staring him in the face, waving his [[?]] he was shouting to his comrades, alante, alanted ahora tenemos; come on come on now we have him. His sheepskin jacket was almost brushing the muzzle of my gun and he was in the act of raising his own piece to fire, when I pulled the trigger. Before I knews that the gun had missed fire I had turned the other barrel on one of the others who was now scrambling over the [[text covered by corner of next page]] the dull sound of the [[rest of text covered by next page]] | |||
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As I sat munching away, | Better than all the advice, my kind hostess stuffed my pockets with a savory salchicon, a bunch of hot peppers and a twist of bread, and adding a flask of aguardiente to the Commissariat, off I started, [[?]] a figure [[?]] me through [[?]]. | ||
When I entered the marsh, which in many places was up to my waist in water, the snow was falling in heavy flakes, but the snipe were plentiful and laid like stones. Following a ditch, I passed away, bagging several couple, and occassionally [sic] walking over a mallard as he rose quacking at my feet, then feeling somewhat peckish I adjourned to a dry spot, and produced the sausage. | |||
As I sat munching away, oldTigre suddenly raised his head and gave a short bark, and looking up I saw the same figure I had observed on leaving the town, stealthily picking his way over the marsh in the direction of the mountain. I thought nothing of it at the time, and having finished my tiffin, I again turned to all the long bills. Some excellent sport had led me on beyond my usual hour of returning, when just before sunset, a lot of teal swept whistling over my head and lit on the snow in a field outside the marsh. To get a shot at them I had to take a circuitous route by making round the foot of the mountain and proceeding under cover of a wall. As I was creeping stealthily along, a stone suddenly rolled down to my feet, and looking up, to my no small dismay I saw three figures behind the upper wall of the field in which I was walking, most deliberately pointing three villainous looking escopetas at my head. To dodge behind a small rock & quickly slip a ball into each of my barrels was the work of an instant -- and as I rammed a wad in each, I thought it prudent to parley with my friends, who were shouting at me loudly | |||
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I awaited his approach until he was within two yards of the muzzle of my gun. To do the fellow justice, he charged manfully althugh he saw my barrels leaning over the wall and staring him in the face, waving his ? he was shouting to his comrades, alante, alanted ahora tenemos; come on come on now we have him. His sheepskin jacket was almost brushing the muzzle of my gun and he was in the act of raising his own piece to fire, when I pulled the trigger. Before I knews that the gun had missed fire I had turned the other barrel on one of the others who was now scrambling over the text covered by corner of next page the dull sound of the rest of text covered by next page
the following text is on a sheet covering the remainder of the preceding text
Better than all the advice, my kind hostess stuffed my pockets with a savory salchicon, a bunch of hot peppers and a twist of bread, and adding a flask of aguardiente to the Commissariat, off I started, ? a figure ? me through ?.
When I entered the marsh, which in many places was up to my waist in water, the snow was falling in heavy flakes, but the snipe were plentiful and laid like stones. Following a ditch, I passed away, bagging several couple, and occassionally [sic] walking over a mallard as he rose quacking at my feet, then feeling somewhat peckish I adjourned to a dry spot, and produced the sausage.
As I sat munching away, oldTigre suddenly raised his head and gave a short bark, and looking up I saw the same figure I had observed on leaving the town, stealthily picking his way over the marsh in the direction of the mountain. I thought nothing of it at the time, and having finished my tiffin, I again turned to all the long bills. Some excellent sport had led me on beyond my usual hour of returning, when just before sunset, a lot of teal swept whistling over my head and lit on the snow in a field outside the marsh. To get a shot at them I had to take a circuitous route by making round the foot of the mountain and proceeding under cover of a wall. As I was creeping stealthily along, a stone suddenly rolled down to my feet, and looking up, to my no small dismay I saw three figures behind the upper wall of the field in which I was walking, most deliberately pointing three villainous looking escopetas at my head. To dodge behind a small rock & quickly slip a ball into each of my barrels was the work of an instant -- and as I rammed a wad in each, I thought it prudent to parley with my friends, who were shouting at me loudly