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Show The First Consideration. At. St. Andrews some years ago an old farmer and his plowman were carting sand from the seashore. They were behind the target on the rifle-range, rifle-range, but hidden by a bank of sand from a party of volunteers, who were then on foot, at practice. A stray bullet bul-let struck the plowman on the leg. and he immediately dropped, exclaiming: exclaim-ing: "I'm shot!" Without more ado the farmer scrambled up the bank and, waving his hand to the volunteers, shouted: "Hey, lads, stop that, will ye? You've shot a man, ,and it micht hae been the horse!" London Tit-Bits. |