With rifles and coats they made a stretcher and carried him sadly out to the lake.
“He would get that moose, or stay in the woods forever!”
THE MYSTERY OF A CHRISTMAS HUNT, By Talbot Torrance
“Clug!” The wad went home in the last shell, and as I removed it from the loader and finished the fill of my belt I heaved a sigh of profound relief at the completion of a troublesome job.
I hate making cartridges. Perhaps I am a novice, and have not a good kit, and am lazy, and clumsy, and impatient, and—— But go on and account for it yourself at greater length, if you will, my friends; only accept my solemn statement that I detest the operation, which, I am convinced, ought to be confined to able-bodied colored men with perseverance and pachydermatous knuckles.