"Aim low, aim low. You are shooting down hill" I held my rifle white shoulder on this graze pulled the trigger. The bullet just grazed his work. He ran a few steps to stop and again I pushed hurriedly of the ball missed him by the fraction of an inch. I saw it struck a saligo and then came to my senses with a jerk but it was too late for me the rifle was empty. Before I could cram in another shell the sheep was gone. No man gin was absolutely disgusted. Even though I had killed two firearms he wanted to big me. He did not dare "But" I said "where did the fourth sheep come from? I saw only three." "Did he look at me in amazement. Did you know that which walked by us went over to the others." He answered "Any one ought to have known that mind. Otherwise will it had but known. It was but I should have held my fire. Right? > there the ringed red me a lecture I on too much hasti. The bird I was no like any other youngner, - always in a rush. He said a lot of other things which I accepted meekly for I knew that he was right. I always am in a hurry running that race that takes most of the time out if the others and to make matters worse the magnificient