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This was as new and as fascinating as the big game shooting that fell to his portion, when he had himself photographed for the mother's benefit, sitting on the flank of his first tiger. THIS WAS AS NEW AND AS FASCINATING AS THE BIG GAME SHOOTING THAT FELL TO HIS PORTION WHEN HE HAD HIMSELF PHOTOGRAPHED FOR HIS MOTHER'S BENEFIT SITTING ON THE FLANK OF HIS FIRST TIGER
more. “I’m gettin’ the hang of the geography of that place,” he said to himself, as he shaved next morning. “I must have made some sort of circle. Let’s see. The Thirty-Mile-Ride (now how the deuce did I know it was called the Thirty-Mile-Ride?) joins the sea-road beyond the first down where the lamp is. And that atlas-country lies at the back of the Thirty-Mile-Ride, somewhere out to the right beyond the hills and tunnels. Rummy things, dreams. ’Wonder what makes mine fit into each other so?” He continued on his solid way through the recurring duties of the seasons. The regiment was shifted to another station, and he enjoyed road-marching for two months, with a good deal of mixed shooting thrown in, and when they reached their new cantonments he became a member of the local Tent Club, and chased the mighty boar on horseback with a short stabbing-spear. There he met the _mahseer_ of the Poonch, beside whom the tarpon is as a herring, and he who lands him can say that he is a fisherman. VE FALLEN ASLEEP FOR HE COULD REMEMBER NO MORE I'M GETTING THE HANG OF THE GEOGRAPHY OF THAT PLACE HE SAID TO HIMSELF AS HE SHAVED NEXT MORNING I MUST HAVE MADE SOME SORT OF CIRCLE LET'S SEE THE THIRTY MILE RIDE HOW THE DEUCE DID I KNOW IT WAS CALLED THE THIRTY MILE RIDE JOINS THE SEA ROAD BEYOND THE FIRST DOWN WHERE THE LAMP IS AND THAT ATLAS COUNTRY LIES AT THE BACK OF THE THIRTY MILE RIDE SOMEWHERE OUT TO THE RIGHT BEYOND THE HILLS AND TUNNELS RUMMY THINGS DREAMS WONDER WHAT MAKES MINE FIT INTO EACH OTHER SO HE CONTINUED ON HIS SOLID WAY THROUGH THE RECURRING DUTIES OF THE SEASONS THE REGIMENT WAS SHIFTED TO ANOTHER STATION AND HE ENJOYED ROAD MARCHING FOR TWO MONTHS WITH A GOOD DEAL OF MIXED SHOOTING THROWN IN AND WHEN THEY REACHED THEIR NEW CANTONMENTS HE BECAME A MEMBER OF THE LOCAL TENT CLUB AND CHASED THE MIGHTY BOAR ON HORSEBACK WITH A SHORT STABBING SPEAR THERE HE MET THE MASTER OF PUNCH BESIDE WHOM THE TARP ON WAS A HERRING AND HE WHO LANDS HIM CAN SAY THAT HE IS A FISHERMAN
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