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Woodville Examiner, Volume XXVIII, Issue 4627, 14 May 1915, Page 4 (Supplement)

A STJHE SHOT. The aged, withered gamekeeper whistled to his dog, and scratched his tousled head before turning to the company. “Yes, sir,” said he, “the rummiest master I ever had were old Parson Sharpe. As blind as a bat he were.” “And did he go shooting?” exclaimed the audience in the village workingmen’s club. “Shooting!” replied the gamekeeper, with a snort of contempt at the question. “Ay, that he did. Yes, he shot reg’lar. When he was in the woods, and anything riz, I’d cry, ‘Birds, sir!’ and then I’d run behind the parson, and the dogs’d run behind me.” “And then?” asked the audience. “Then the old gent ’d blaze away with both bar’ls.” “And did he ever hit anything?” “Oh, yes! Sometimes it wnr a cow, or a horse, or a pig, or a dog. Now and.again-it.wura man. But he always hit something. Heffwa a sure shot, he wore.'*