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12 THE TARGET and get some good evening wing shooting at the wild pigeons that made their home there. The third day Otto started back for Nanking, and we went out that morning five strong. As usual we got five deer that da - also, of which my share was one. four pheasants, and two woodcocck. The next day we planned to return to Nanking, but went out for a short hunt in the morning. I got one deer and one of the others bagged one. After lunch we strung out all our game on a rack to take a picture of it — it was a fine sight, believe mv. Here is what was on the rack: 17 deer, one fox, one porcupine, 36 pheasants, six rabbits, two wood- cock, 18 doves, 6 teal ducks. I will send you a photo when the} " are fin- ished. One fellow beat me on the deer — he got six e ' eer and seven pheasants. I got five deer, one fox and eleven pheasants. I also shot another fox with the rifle, but the beast dropped into his hole in the rocks and I lost him. Much of the snow was gone and the riding was fine coming back. We rode the donkeys most of the way, arriving at Nanking about dark. It took ten donkej r s to bring our bag- gage and game back. We w ere due to catch the 11:00 p. m. train back to Shanghai, but our baggage didn t show up. Later we found that it had arrived at the gates after sevjn o ' clock and the soldiers wouldn ' t al- low it to enter. That made it necessary to leave one of the bunch behind to look out for it, and he came on the next morn- ing. We came aboard ship last Fri- day morning with nothing. Of course the gang all began to run us about being " fire-side " hunters, etc. We just let them rave on, saying that we had had bum luck and didn ' t bring a thing back, but you should have seen their eyes open when the boat came over that afternoon about half full. The doctor, who had been away by himself, came back the next day with 18 ducks and a goose and we cei- tainly have a cold storage full of game now; been living on the fat of the land, believe me. ANOTHER DREAM Ah! Fate, 1 stand upon the precipice; And who shall dare to spurn thine offering With more tear-laden sigh, and who shall spring With less of gladness back from the abyss Than 1? And yet, if dreams can hold such bliss, And warm blood flow, and sad heart yearn to sing, By vision of the best the world can bring, Then, Fate, 1 seek another dream than this! A deeper hope, a fuller love, shall grow, Until the very fetters that I scorned Gird with a binding bond, so that I fain W ould linger when the clear call come to go — Knowing, that I had not died un- mourned, Knowing, that I had not lived in vain. AUDREY DAVIES.
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THE TARGET 11 time, for it was too cold to ride. ]t bad stopped snowing, and the coun- try was beautiful with about four inches of snow over everything. We left the donkej ' s about six miles out snd struck out across the fields and hills, with the hopes of picking up some game on the way to our camp. The donke} s followed the main path. No one had much luck — I saw only one deer, and being rather soft, we were pretty tired when we reached our temple perched up on the top of a 2,000-foot mountain. We had a fine place to stay; we had a big room in an old temple; a good cook, couple of boys, and the Chinese priests were very accommo- dating. There were a couple of other Germans stopping there who had been there for a week or so be- fore, and all eight of us messed, slept, and had our being , in the one large room. Someone said it looked like a " ten cent Dago flop-house " with eight bunks laid out side by side in the straw; it was comfortable and all hands kept warm and happy any- way. They all envied me my fine sleeping-bag I had made in Shang- hai; I wouldn ' t have parted with it for a lot. It was made of heavy, water-proof khaki, lined inside witii two horse blankets; ins ide of that was a bag made of two goat skin rugs, hair inside; a bag made of a sheet fitted inside cf that, and you slept like a " bug in a rug " in it. The next morning we started out on our first day ' s real hunting; six of us, each with his coolie, and two dogs. It was clear and cold — just perfect weather for shooting, everything be- ing covered with ice and snow. We would work down the hillside and ra- vines in line, the cover not being thick. We had been out less than half an hour when someone on the left put up a fine grey fox. It was a pretty sight— the dog at its heels as it came galloping over the snow. I killed it with the shotgun at about thirty yards. A few minutes later someone fired at a pheasant and put up a deer in the cover near a farm house; it ran across a small orchard and 1 killed it at about the same dis- tance. That was a propitious start, but in reality, it was only the begin- ning. That day, we bagged five deer and twenty-six pheasants, besides the fox and several rabbits. I wish you could see a Chinese pheasant cock up from the cover; it is truly a beautiful sight, and hard shooting, too, considering the large size of the bird. He makes a noise like a dozen quails rolled into one, and usually gets up so close and at such unexpected times that you are startled into a miss. I did some rot- ten shooting at them when I was up at Shiasu before, but I ' ve learned how to get ' em now. We were really too far up the mountains for good pheasant shooting, but deer was what we wanted and we certainly got them. The next morning we were off again and the bag was five deer also; I got two that day. We bagged very few birds after the first day. We didn ' t try to start too early any morning; always took plenty of time for a good breakfast, filled our can- teens with coffee, a little chow in our pockets, and a frying pan. In the middle of the day, we would go over to some native house or temple, fry some bacon, warm beans and coffee over the little charcoal fires and en- joy a good lunch, returning for din- ner about four-thirty. After that the more enthusiastic members would go up to the old ruined pagoda near by,
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THE TARGET 13 Main O ' Dreams Through the warm scented air of a cloudless June day, Sir Gawain, mounted on a coal black charger, rode down the broad highway which led from Camelot -to his Castle of the Crags. " ' Oil ' s wounds! " he grumbled be- tween snatches of song, " this mid- day blistereth ! Would I had ne ' er set out upon this quest that I begged our Lord Arthur to grant me. Sooner would I follow the deer in the cool, dim aisles of the forest; aye, or pur- sue some fair maiden through moon- lit paths of my lady queen ' s rose garden. Why, oh why didst thou leave Camelot, Gawain thou fool! " With a softly muttered oath, the knight flung himself from his saddle and sank upon the cool grass in the shade of an old elm. The way sim- mered dustily in the blazing sunlight. " And thou hast come all this dis- tance because of a dream. Ah, but what a dream! What lustrous eyes and mocking lips like the red pome- granate flower, that beckoning snow- white hand, that silvery laugh ming- ling like the rippling of a woodland stream with the sweet music of her voice. And these things I dreamed to see in the frowning, gray old court- yard of my castle. Heigh-ho! a good- ly distance traveled in search of my Maid o ' Dreams. But if the dream be true " Once more he mounted to the sad- dle and with a blithe song on his lips, galloped onward tow r ard the distant goal. At eventide he reached his castle and with his sword-hilt knocked on the heavy gate. " Open! ' Tis thy master, Gawain. Open at once, " he cried. The gate swung wide, the drawbridge fell with a clang and the young knight rode with a clatter of hoofs into the court- yard. There were his few servants and retainers drawn up to welcome him. He flung his bridle to the groom as he dismounted and turned abruptly to the porter. " Hast been entertaining a maiden in the castle whilst I was absent? A maiden young and fair to look upon? " " A maiden, sire? " The porter ' s mouth fell agape. Gawain laughed and swung away toward the hall of the castle. " Thou ' rt a sly fellow, " he called back, and laughing the more disap- peared in the shadow of tht doorway. Shaking his head sadly, the porter returned to his lodge. In the great dining hall lit by many torches sat Sir Gawain alone, attired in crimson velvet and gold. " Bah! " he muttered, " dream maiden indeed! Quests! By Our Fair Lad , back to Camelot I go this very night ' " Oh, not to-night. " The sweet voice mingled with rippling laughter came from the hall. The voice of the dream maiden! With a bound Gawain reached the doorway and pushed aside the dusty curtains just in time to see a maiden ' s figure running down the dim hall. Without a second ' s hesitation he darted in pursuit. The mocking laugh- ter drifting back to his ears, made him tingle with desire to catch the elusive damsel before him. Out into the moonlit courtyard she sped, and after her, Gawain. Then he stopped in dismay; she had disap- peared!
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