The Poacher; Or, Joseph RushbrookMarryat, Frederick
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The Poacher; Or, Joseph Rushbrook
Marryat, Frederick
England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Fathers and sons -- Fiction; Murder -- Fiction; Poachers -- Fiction
Rushbrook walked out clear of the cover, and held up his hand to
ascertain precisely the direction of the wind. Having satisfied
himself; he retreated into the cover, in a direction so as to be exactly
to leeward of the keeper's house, that the noise of the report of his
gun might not be heard. Having cleared the hedge, he lowered his gun,
so as to bring the barrel within two or three inches of the ground, and
walked slowly and cautiously through the brushwood, followed, as before,
by Joey and Mum. After about a quarter of a mile's walk, a rattling of
metal was heard, and they stopped short; it was the barrel of the
fowling-piece which had brushed one of the wires attached to a
spring-gun, set for the benefit of poachers. Rushbrook lifted up his
left hand, as a sign to Joey not to move; and following the wire, by
continually rattling his barrel against it, he eventually arrived at the
gun itself; opened the pan, threw out all the priming, leaving it with
the pan open, so that it could not go off; in case they fell in with
another of the wires. Rushbrook then proceeded to business, for he well
knew that the gun would be set where the pheasants were most accustomed
to roost; he put a small charge of powder in his fowling-piece, that,
being so near, he might not shatter the birds, and because the noise of
the report would be much less; walking under an oak-tree he soon
discovered the round black masses which the bodies of the roosting
pheasants presented between him and the sky, and raising his piece, he
fired; a heavy bound on the earth near his feet followed the discharge;
Joey then slipped forward and put the pheasant into his bag; another and
another shot, and every shot brought an increase to Joey's load.
Seventeen were already in it when Mum gave a low growl. This was the
signal for people being near. Rushbrook snapped his finger; the dog
came forward to his side, and stood motionless, with ears and tail
erect. In a minute's time was heard the rustling of branches as the
party forced their way through the underwood. Rushbrook stood still,
waiting the signal from Mum, for the dog had been taught, if the parties
advancing had another dog with them, always to raise his fore-feet up to
Rushbrook's knees, but not otherwise; Mum made no such sign, and then
Rushbrook lay down in the brushwood, his motions being closely followed
by his son and his dog.
Voices in whispers were now heard, and the forms of two men with guns
were to be seen not four yards from where they were lying.
"Somewhere about here, I'll swear," said one.
"Yes, I think so; but it may be further on--the wind has brought down
the sound."
"Very true, let's follow them, and they may fall back upon the
spring-gun."
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