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They come over like lowflying grouse , sometimes only seven or eight feet above ground level . Its pure snap - shooting , so if you can get a couple well out in front , swing round and get one behind , you're doing jolly well .
They come over like lowflying grouse , sometimes only seven or eight feet above ground level . Its pure snap - shooting , so if you can get a couple well out in front , swing round and get one behind , you're doing jolly well .
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I could stir the soup ' with the stick and kick the rudder - bar with my feet frantically from side to side with absolutely no feel of reaction and no apparent effect . The only way to escape from this embarrassing situation , other ...
I could stir the soup ' with the stick and kick the rudder - bar with my feet frantically from side to side with absolutely no feel of reaction and no apparent effect . The only way to escape from this embarrassing situation , other ...
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Mount McKinley seems to hang on top of you , a black shape without substance that could be two thousand or twenty thousand feet high . It is twenty thousand , and you are still at one thousand . We knocked gently on Don's door and an ...
Mount McKinley seems to hang on top of you , a black shape without substance that could be two thousand or twenty thousand feet high . It is twenty thousand , and you are still at one thousand . We knocked gently on Don's door and an ...
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A DAY ON THE LOCH BY A J MCGEOCH | 134 |
SIR WALTER SCOTT AND THE MURDER OF PORTEOUS BY | 212 |
SOME LESSER CAPTAINS | 237 |
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