The Story of a Donkey

entlemen were to go out partridge shooting. Two of the bigger boys, who were thirteen or fourteen, and whose names were Teddy and Dick, were to be allowed to g

roudly about with their guns in their hands, and their game-bags slung acr

me-bags are quite full, where shall we

oys formed a Broad

s formed a Broad Line

said Teddy. “I know, we’ll put Neddy

saw and would be quite as likely to shoot me as they would a partridge. But there was no help

n, after a mile or two, he joined us

ntlemen’s game, sir,” said the kee

p their ears, watched to see where the game fell, and fetched it in. I kept an eye on those young boasters; I saw them shoot, and shoot, and shoot again, but they never hit anything, not ev

ft their dinner; “are the panniers still empty? Ah, I suppose you have stuffed all your game into your game-bags.

round a capital basket of provisions under a tree,—a chicken-pie, ham, hard-boiled eggs, cheese,

not been very lucky. Neddy doesn’t walk as if h

we had no dogs to fetch in the part

ve you? Why didn’t you go a

ee them fall, and so we di

en the keepers, roared with laugh

, and you shall48 go with one of the keepers and all our dogs, and see if you ha

on, Dick; come on, Norman; now we s

off with the dogs, and I followed some way behind, as usual. The partridges rose in numbers, as they did

rick up her ears, he thought a partridge must be just going to rise, and that it would be much eas

dog made a leap into the air,

e ran to the spot, “you’ve shot our very best

cared out of their wits. The keeper restrained his anger, an

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nny! I had known Jenny as a puppy, when she lived at the dog fancier’s at the corner of the market to which I used to carry vegetables

ut Jenny’s body into one of my panniers, and walked along by my

ing. Seeing that something was wrong, and that one of my panniers was hanging heavily do

ked one of the gentlemen.

per; “it’s our very best dog, Jenny. That young

h me taking boys o

od-by to your friends, sir, and go straight home at once! You will put your gun in my room, and you

f he did not care, “everybody knows that all grea

ent, and then, turning to the othe

day a boy who has so little sense of decent behavior. I never imagined he was capab

Go at once!” Norman hung his

ppened to either of you. You were so very sure that nothing was easier than shooting, and this is the result. It is quite clear that you are

arty turned sadly homewards, and, after tea, the boys