Blackwood's Magazine, Volume 240W. Blackwood, 1936 - England |
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Page 194
“ I shot it ! Shot It was a much less comicit " - ( he had a look ) — “ shot business then than it seems now . it clean through the eye . . It was , in fact , a distinctly Aimed at its eye , I did . ” nasty business , for an angry ...
“ I shot it ! Shot It was a much less comicit " - ( he had a look ) — “ shot business then than it seems now . it clean through the eye . . It was , in fact , a distinctly Aimed at its eye , I did . ” nasty business , for an angry ...
Page 215
Unexpected snags , half pointing his shot - gun , tripsuch as ' wacht een beetje ' thorn , ping and lurching . “ Hi , impenetrable thickets , and un- Harris , " roared Bringey , seen kloofs and dongas held 66 don't shoot .
Unexpected snags , half pointing his shot - gun , tripsuch as ' wacht een beetje ' thorn , ping and lurching . “ Hi , impenetrable thickets , and un- Harris , " roared Bringey , seen kloofs and dongas held 66 don't shoot .
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rusty shot for a magazine hatch , and snatched deck , and they called her Aggie cartridge , and he would pick after a Falmouth moll well off any named spar up to five known to the crew . hundred yards if there was no * A hot mouth had ...
rusty shot for a magazine hatch , and snatched deck , and they called her Aggie cartridge , and he would pick after a Falmouth moll well off any named spar up to five known to the crew . hundred yards if there was no * A hot mouth had ...
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Contents
EARLY DAYS IN THE R F | 96 |
EDAISIABO A PAPUAN FOLKTALE | 160 |
A COMPOSITE COMMANDO BY H C MAYDON | 204 |
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