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S on the Common, and he was hurrying along with his gun on his shoulder
when the citizen stopped him and asked him what he was going to do with
that gun. He said to shoot kildees, and he added that it was his gun.
This seemed to surprise the citizen even more than the boy could have
wished. He asked him if he did not think he was a pretty small boy to
have a gun; and he took the gun from him, and examined it thoughtfully,
and then handed it back to the boy, who felt himself getting smaller all
the time. The man went his way without saying anything more, but his
behavior was somehow so sarcastic that the boy had no pleasure in his
sport that morning; partly, perhaps, because he found no kildees to
shoot at on the Common. He only fired off his gun once or twice at a
fence, and then he sneaked home with it through alleys and by-ways, and
whenever he met a person he hurried by for fear the person would find
him too small to have a gun. Afterward he came to have a bolder spirit
about it, and he went hunting with it a good deal. It was a very curious
kind of gun; you had to snap a good many caps on it, sometimes, before
the load would go off; and sometimes it would hang fire, and then seem
to recollect itself, and go off, maybe, just when you were going to take
it down from your shoulder. The barrel was so crooked that it could not
shoot straight, but this was not the only reason why the boy never hit
anything with it. He could not shut his left eye and keep his right eye
open; so he had to take aim with both eyes, or else with the left eye,
which was worse yet, till one day when he was playing shinny (or hockey)
at school, and got a blow over his left eye from a shinny-stick. At
first he thought his eye was put out; he could not see for the blood
that poured into it from the cut above it. He ran homeward wild with
fear, but on the way he stopped at a pump to wash away the blood, and
then he found his eye was safe. It suddenly came into his mind to try if
he could not shut that eye now, and keep the right on
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