Beadle's Dime Novels No. 38: The Wrong Man — page 15: what you’re looking at

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CIRCULAR SHOOTING. 18 fust, cut it in two, and I dropped plump into his arms. That's what I call shooting for you. Something better than I’ve just now.” : “It was an accident, my Yankee friend, that caused me to miss my deer,” said the hunter, indignantly. “A good marksman never misses his aim, nor allows his game to escape. Why, I remember the time when dad was out hunting, and he got after a deer, that run behind a big round rock, and he started after it. He run with all his might and main, buf the most he could do was to get a glimpse of a stumpy tail once in a while, the cunning old buck running just fast enough to keep out of his reach.” “Why didn’t the old man run the other way ?” “He did. He waited till the deer got considerably ahead of him, when he wheeled around, cocked his rifle, and started the other way, and dug as hard as he could. But Ill be hanged if the oudacious brute didn’t do the same thing. Yes, sir.” > In spite of his ill-humor, the hunter laughed outright, and then instantly sobered down as if ashamed. “ Yes, sir, the derned critter turned and put the other way too. Dad turned agin, but so did the deer, and there they - had it till nearly dark, chasing each other round the rock, matters sometimes looking as though the deer was chasing the old man, instead of him chasing that.” “T reckon that game got away from him.” “ No, sir; dad fixed on a plan, and got him. What do you’ 8’pose his plan was ?” | “Can’t tell.” “A plan that I'd advise you to foller, Mr. Never-miss, the first chance you git. He bent the barrel of his rifle so it pointed aroynd the rock and then fired, bringing down the brute sure. He found it rather dangerous however, The bullet went through the deer, and just grazed his own face. That's the way my father managed affairs, when he was out hunting. Don’t you think, my fine Mr. Never-miss,” asked the peddler, with a quizzical air, “that you might learn some- thing of him ?” “If you want to find fault with my shooting, Mr. Peddler, just take your place a hundred yards off there, or a hundred conmicldoolkks.comn