TELLING THE TALE.
The bore was in his deadliest form. For two hours he had been boasting of his escapes from death- while shooting up north. At last he paused. '■You fellows have never known experiences like that, have you?" he asked. To his surprise one man nodded. "I was once stranded in the bush with only one bullet and a gun," this member said. ."Really?" commented the bore. "And how did you manage to get away with your life?" The other man smiled. "While I was wondering whether I should starve or. not," he said, "eight ducks flew past. I fired, and the bullet passed through all their heads. In falling, the ducks hit the branch of a tree. This came down and caught a kangaroo on the head. In its death struggles the kangaroo kicked a rabbit. This came sailing through the air, and knocked me into the river, and I came up with my pockets full of fish!"
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Evening Post, Volume CVIII, Issue 150, 21 December 1929, Page 23
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161TELLING THE TALE. Evening Post, Volume CVIII, Issue 150, 21 December 1929, Page 23
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