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[Troiano M. <imp...@rd...>]

 to pick enough powder in at the nipple to blow it out. Of course I am
talking
of the old muzzle-loading shot-gun, which I dare say the boys never
use nowadays. But the
great pleasure of all, in hunting, was getting home tired and footsore
in the evening, and smelling the supper almost as soon as you came in
sight of the house. There was nearly always
hot biscuit for supper, with steak, an