Man in waders out duck shooting.Hints to Beginners.—When going out before daylight after ducks, waders are advisable. Also, better tell your wife she need not come down (just when you expect the ducks) and ask if you are sure you are not getting your feet wet.
Hints to Beginners.—When going out before daylight after ducks, waders are advisable. Also, better tell your wife she need not come down (just when you expect the ducks) and ask if you are sure you are not getting your feet wet.
Hunter talking to beater.A NOVELTYMr. Cylinder(who always uses his host's cartridges). "What powder are these loaded with, my boy?"Beater."Ar doan't rightly know; but ar think they calls it serdlitz pooder!"
A NOVELTY
Mr. Cylinder(who always uses his host's cartridges). "What powder are these loaded with, my boy?"
Beater."Ar doan't rightly know; but ar think they calls it serdlitz pooder!"
Men discussing dog.Disgusted Keeper(who has just beaten up a brace or so of pheasants, which young Snookson has missed "clane and clever"—to dog, which has been "going seek" and "going find" from force of habit). "Ah, Ruby, Ruby, bad dog! T' heel, Ruby, t' heel! Ah must apologise for Ruby, sir. You see, Ruby's been accustomed to pick 'em up!"
Disgusted Keeper(who has just beaten up a brace or so of pheasants, which young Snookson has missed "clane and clever"—to dog, which has been "going seek" and "going find" from force of habit). "Ah, Ruby, Ruby, bad dog! T' heel, Ruby, t' heel! Ah must apologise for Ruby, sir. You see, Ruby's been accustomed to pick 'em up!"
Man offering printed matter to other.An extended tract of moor
An extended tract of moor
Bookmaker laying odds.A second laying
A second laying
Man in oversized trousers.Heavy bags are difficult to secure
Heavy bags are difficult to secure
Shooting party with mixed sexes.Extract from a private letter."Our bag on the first wasbarelyup to the average, although the mater, Milly, and self were out to help the men. We hunted in couples and threes, as it is a bit dull tramping along alone. And as the mater generally foozles her shots, I did most of her work too. By the way, how absurdly nervous men are 'gunning.'"
Extract from a private letter."Our bag on the first wasbarelyup to the average, although the mater, Milly, and self were out to help the men. We hunted in couples and threes, as it is a bit dull tramping along alone. And as the mater generally foozles her shots, I did most of her work too. By the way, how absurdly nervous men are 'gunning.'"
Man sitting under tree.MR. MUGGS ON PARTRIDGE DRIVING"What I like about the modern system of driving is the nice rest you can have between the beats."
MR. MUGGS ON PARTRIDGE DRIVING
"What I like about the modern system of driving is the nice rest you can have between the beats."
Two men talkingLittle Chickmouse rashly accepts the Offer of a Day's Partridge-shooting.—Gamekeeper(to Little C., who has kicked up a hare). "Now for it, sir!"Chickmouse(who finds he can't get over his horror of firearms). "Well—fact is—I'd rather you'd——Look 'ere, you 'old the gun, and I'll pull the thingummy!!"
Little Chickmouse rashly accepts the Offer of a Day's Partridge-shooting.—Gamekeeper(to Little C., who has kicked up a hare). "Now for it, sir!"
Chickmouse(who finds he can't get over his horror of firearms). "Well—fact is—I'd rather you'd——Look 'ere, you 'old the gun, and I'll pull the thingummy!!"
Shooter and victim."A HIT! A PALPABLE HIT!""Oh, I beg your pardon! I did not see you, sir!""See me! Confound it, sir, you can seethroughme now!"
"A HIT! A PALPABLE HIT!"
"Oh, I beg your pardon! I did not see you, sir!"
"See me! Confound it, sir, you can seethroughme now!"
Lady talking to her butcher.The State of the Game.—Lady Customer."How much are grouse to-day, Mr. Jiblets?"Poulterer."Twelve shillings a brace, ma'am. Shall I send them——"Lady Customer."No, you need not send them. My husband's out grouse-shooting, and he'll call for them as he comes home!"
The State of the Game.—Lady Customer."How much are grouse to-day, Mr. Jiblets?"
Poulterer."Twelve shillings a brace, ma'am. Shall I send them——"
Lady Customer."No, you need not send them. My husband's out grouse-shooting, and he'll call for them as he comes home!"
Keeper speaking to hunter.Educated.(From a Yorkshire moor).—Keeper(to the Captain, who has missed again, and is letting off steam in consequence). "Oh dear! Oh dear! It's hawful to see yer missin' of 'em, sir; but"—(with admiration)—"ye're a scholard i' langwidge, sir!"
Educated.(From a Yorkshire moor).—Keeper(to the Captain, who has missed again, and is letting off steam in consequence). "Oh dear! Oh dear! It's hawful to see yer missin' of 'em, sir; but"—(with admiration)—"ye're a scholard i' langwidge, sir!"
Man leaoing in the air.Self-Confidence out Shooting.—Nephew."Jump, uncle! I'll clear you!"[But he didn't "clear" him, and old Brown says he'll carry the marks to his grave!
Self-Confidence out Shooting.—Nephew."Jump, uncle! I'll clear you!"
[But he didn't "clear" him, and old Brown says he'll carry the marks to his grave!
Sports man talking to keeper."I don't know what it is, Mark, but I can't hit a bird to-day!""Let's see your gun, sir. Ah!—well, I'd try what you could dowith some cartridges in it, if I was you, sir!"
"I don't know what it is, Mark, but I can't hit a bird to-day!"
"Let's see your gun, sir. Ah!—well, I'd try what you could dowith some cartridges in it, if I was you, sir!"
Youth talking to man.Breaking it Gently.—Son of the House(who wishes to say something polite about our friend's astounding shooting, but who cannot palter with the truth). "I should think you were awfully clever at books, sir!"
Breaking it Gently.—Son of the House(who wishes to say something polite about our friend's astounding shooting, but who cannot palter with the truth). "I should think you were awfully clever at books, sir!"
Hunters behind a wall.A TRUE SPORTSMAN(A last shot of the season)Old Pothunter."Always show mercy, my boy, always show mercy! Much better to shoot 'em sitting, and save poor things a nasty fall!"[Does.
A TRUE SPORTSMAN(A last shot of the season)
Old Pothunter."Always show mercy, my boy, always show mercy! Much better to shoot 'em sitting, and save poor things a nasty fall!"
[Does.
Despondent hunter.TRIALS OF A NOVICEBrown."I wish I had the moral courage to go home!"
TRIALS OF A NOVICEBrown."I wish I had the moral courage to go home!"
Two men talking.Sport!—Cockney Sportsman(eager, but disappointed). "I say, my boy, seen any birds this way?"'Cute Rustic(likewise anxious to make a bag). "Oh, a rare lot, guv'nor—a rare lot—just flew over this 'ere 'edge, and settled in that 'ere field, close to Squire Blank's ricks."[Cockney sportsman tips boy a shilling, and goes hopefully after ... a flock of starlings!
Sport!—Cockney Sportsman(eager, but disappointed). "I say, my boy, seen any birds this way?"
'Cute Rustic(likewise anxious to make a bag). "Oh, a rare lot, guv'nor—a rare lot—just flew over this 'ere 'edge, and settled in that 'ere field, close to Squire Blank's ricks."
[Cockney sportsman tips boy a shilling, and goes hopefully after ... a flock of starlings!
Two men talking.His Lordship(after missing his tenth rabbit). "I'll tell you what it is, Bagster. Your rabbits areall two inches too short, hereabouts!"
His Lordship(after missing his tenth rabbit). "I'll tell you what it is, Bagster. Your rabbits areall two inches too short, hereabouts!"
Lady holding her gun carelesslyPLEASANT FOR HARRYFair Sportswoman."Oh, Harry, I feel so excited, I scarcely know what I am doing!"
PLEASANT FOR HARRY
Fair Sportswoman."Oh, Harry, I feel so excited, I scarcely know what I am doing!"
His Lordship addressing keeper.BLANK FIRINGAncient Sportsman(whose sight is not what it used to be). "Pick 'em up, James, pick 'em up! Why don't you pick 'em up?"Veteran Keeper."'Cause there bean't any down, my lord!"
BLANK FIRING
Ancient Sportsman(whose sight is not what it used to be). "Pick 'em up, James, pick 'em up! Why don't you pick 'em up?"
Veteran Keeper."'Cause there bean't any down, my lord!"
(Game played by Dumb-Crambo, Junior)
Cart driven over rough groundCartridges
Cartridges
Man being shaved.Stubble and turn-up
Stubble and turn-up
Man checking a fluffy beard.Marking down
Marking down
Man dressed in bizarre costume.A breech loader
A breech loader
Man vainly combing a bald head.Hairs and part-ridges were scarce
Hairs and part-ridges were scarce
An obese fowl.Full cock
Full cock
Boy quizzing his uncle.Boy(after watching old sportsman miss a couple of rocketers). "Have you shot often, uncle?"Uncle."Yes, my boy, a great deal. At one time, in Africa, I used to live by my gun."Boy(thoughtfully). "Did you? And is that why you're so thin?"
Boy(after watching old sportsman miss a couple of rocketers). "Have you shot often, uncle?"
Uncle."Yes, my boy, a great deal. At one time, in Africa, I used to live by my gun."
Boy(thoughtfully). "Did you? And is that why you're so thin?"
Sportsman talking to keeper.Fitz."I say, areallyour beaters out of the wood?"Keeper."Yes, sir."Fitz."Are you sure?"Keeper."Yes, sir."Fitz."Have youcountedthem?"Keeper."No, sir; but I know they're a'right."Fitz."Then I've shot a roe deer!"
Fitz."I say, areallyour beaters out of the wood?"
Keeper."Yes, sir."
Fitz."Are you sure?"
Keeper."Yes, sir."
Fitz."Have youcountedthem?"
Keeper."No, sir; but I know they're a'right."
Fitz."Then I've shot a roe deer!"
keeper in conversation with French person."Le Sport."—Keeper."Why didn't you fire the other barrel, m'seer—the other barrel at the last bird?"Monsieur Alphonse."Bah! I did fire ze odher barrel! I do fire bodt barrels togezzer! And in my own country I do shoot ze lark at twenty, twenty-five, and sometimes dirty yards—when he stand quite still! Your dogs zey make ze birds to flyaway"—(insinuatingly)—"and zey must be fatigued. Here is money. Take zem, and buy zem somezings to eat! Leave me to make my own dogs myself!!"
"Le Sport."—Keeper."Why didn't you fire the other barrel, m'seer—the other barrel at the last bird?"
Monsieur Alphonse."Bah! I did fire ze odher barrel! I do fire bodt barrels togezzer! And in my own country I do shoot ze lark at twenty, twenty-five, and sometimes dirty yards—when he stand quite still! Your dogs zey make ze birds to flyaway"—(insinuatingly)—"and zey must be fatigued. Here is money. Take zem, and buy zem somezings to eat! Leave me to make my own dogs myself!!"
Beater and keeper talking.Behind the Scenes.—Beater."'Ere you are, Mr. Bags, 'ere's another one, but 'e bain't too fresh. I don't think 'e were killed to-day."Keeper(sotto voce). "'Old your row, stupid! Of course he wasn't. We always puts a few down where the gov'nor's goin' to stand!"
Behind the Scenes.—Beater."'Ere you are, Mr. Bags, 'ere's another one, but 'e bain't too fresh. I don't think 'e were killed to-day."
Keeper(sotto voce). "'Old your row, stupid! Of course he wasn't. We always puts a few down where the gov'nor's goin' to stand!"
Instructions to man crossing a stream.The Laird(to little Tomkyns, who is being initiated into the mysteries of deer-stalking). "Don't move a step. Lie down where you are!"
The Laird(to little Tomkyns, who is being initiated into the mysteries of deer-stalking). "Don't move a step. Lie down where you are!"
(The Gamekeeper's Story)
He were a sort o' Frenchman, sir,And called hisself a Duck:I never could make head or tailO' that there furrin muck!
He were a sort o' Frenchman, sir,And called hisself a Duck:I never could make head or tailO' that there furrin muck!
He were a sort o' Frenchman, sir,
And called hisself a Duck:
I never could make head or tail
O' that there furrin muck!
Picture of Mossoo
He came to stay wi' Master there.And brought his guns and that—But bless you, sir! he could na' shoot,No more than this here hat!
He came to stay wi' Master there.And brought his guns and that—But bless you, sir! he could na' shoot,No more than this here hat!
He came to stay wi' Master there.
And brought his guns and that—
But bless you, sir! he could na' shoot,
No more than this here hat!
Mossoo with gun.
The Master and the Frenchman wentTo shoot the spinney-kivverWhat reaches from the stable-wallRight down to that there river.A rocketing cock flew up at wunst,And Mossoo he fired, and missed—How he did swear, and tear his hair,And shake his little fist!The way that Mossoo danced about,It really were a sight!He'd grin, and pull his beard, and shoutAnd screech with all his might.He wore a thing across his noseJust like a kind o' shear:I think he said he were "my hop"—Which means his sight were near.Mossoo he yelled, "I see him zere,Upon ze stable top!"With that he banged off right and left—I seed a summat drop;I ran to pick up that there bird;And 'neath the stable-clockI found it sure enow—it wereOur new gilt weather-cock!
The Master and the Frenchman wentTo shoot the spinney-kivverWhat reaches from the stable-wallRight down to that there river.A rocketing cock flew up at wunst,And Mossoo he fired, and missed—How he did swear, and tear his hair,And shake his little fist!
The Master and the Frenchman went
To shoot the spinney-kivver
What reaches from the stable-wall
Right down to that there river.
A rocketing cock flew up at wunst,
And Mossoo he fired, and missed—
How he did swear, and tear his hair,
And shake his little fist!
The way that Mossoo danced about,It really were a sight!He'd grin, and pull his beard, and shoutAnd screech with all his might.He wore a thing across his noseJust like a kind o' shear:I think he said he were "my hop"—Which means his sight were near.
The way that Mossoo danced about,
It really were a sight!
He'd grin, and pull his beard, and shout
And screech with all his might.
He wore a thing across his nose
Just like a kind o' shear:
I think he said he were "my hop"—
Which means his sight were near.
Mossoo he yelled, "I see him zere,Upon ze stable top!"With that he banged off right and left—I seed a summat drop;I ran to pick up that there bird;And 'neath the stable-clockI found it sure enow—it wereOur new gilt weather-cock!
Mossoo he yelled, "I see him zere,
Upon ze stable top!"
With that he banged off right and left—
I seed a summat drop;
I ran to pick up that there bird;
And 'neath the stable-clock
I found it sure enow—it were
Our new gilt weather-cock!
Fishing basket inscribed Finis.
BRADBURY, AGNEW, & CO. LTD., PRINTERS, LONDON AND TONBRIDGE.