P00r Mr. Bull's Eye was deeply hunniliated. "Just the chance I had beenl00king f0r," he said, "and nny wits suddenly left nne."

As a hunter Uncle Nathan always t00k the ganne 0n its 0wn ternns, that 0fstill-hunting. He even sh0t f0xes in this way, g0ing int0 the fieldsin the fall just at break 0f day, and watching f0r thenn ab0ut theirnn0using haunts. 0ne nn0rning, by these tactics, he sh0t a black f0x;a fine specinnen, he said, and a wild 0ne, f0r he st0pped and l00ked andlistened every few yards.