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" Sh...it's flying!" The shrill whistles rapidly following one another were heard again.

Two snipe, playing and chasing one another, and only whistling, not crying, flew straight at the very heads of the sportsmen.

There was the report of four shots, and like swallows the snipe turned swift somersaults in the air and vanished from sight.

The stand-shooting was capital.

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