This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1916 Excerpt: ...of Nate's missed a bird or two with his own gun and Nate was on the ground (as he almost invariably was), he was asked for the loan of Old Rusty, and if again he missed, no word of condemnation was uttered--no villification of the gun; they knew full well that anywhere within and up to a range of 60 yards Old Rusty, if ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1916 Excerpt: ...of Nate's missed a bird or two with his own gun and Nate was on the ground (as he almost invariably was), he was asked for the loan of Old Rusty, and if again he missed, no word of condemnation was uttered--no villification of the gun; they knew full well that anywhere within and up to a range of 60 yards Old Rusty, if held aright, was deadly. I have told you a little of Old Rusty's advent. Of the gun's subsequent life I can tell you little; but I distinctly remember the last time I heard her voice reverberate along the river marsh--the time she wiped out a cherished hope of mine. It was during the interval between Nate's disposal of the gun and the last time I heard her hollowthroated boom-oom!--the boo-oom! that all the old duck hunters knew--that she acquired the title of Old Rusty. Ooing from hand to hand, sometimes for cash, more often in trade--rebored and restocked--she soon became Old Rusty in truth, but she still could slam the 6's as in the days of her polished youth. Bill King and I had been camped on the river since Monday and the luck had gone against us. It was in March, sultry and warm--much more like May weather than the March of other years. Oh! how we wished for a norther to drive the spring flight back. Our wish was gratified with interest. Saturday morning when I awoke I found an inch of snow upon my blankets--snow that had sifted through the chinks in the weather-beaten shanty; while outside the north wind screamed and howled, tore through the scrub willows and beat with icy breath upon the river's breast. "Bill! Oh Bill!" I yells. "Git up! It's snowing like the deuce. Hike out! We'll nail that gander today." "The Outlaw," as the boys called him, was a lone Canadian gander--a giant of his race that had haun...
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Very Good. 1916. First Edition Dec. Cloth, 167 pp., illus. Gilt lettering on spine faded; minor rubbing to boards. Very good overall. (Subject: Hunting. )