The Pickwick Papers


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Hollo!' said Mr Pickwick in his turn, seeing that his companion was  
armed with a gun, and that another lay ready on the grass; 'what's  
going forward?'  
'Why, your friend and I,' replied the host, 'are going out rook- shooting  
before breakfast. He's a very good shot, ain't he?'  
'I've heard him say he's a capital one,' replied Mr Pickwick, 'but I never  
saw him aim at anything.'  
'
Well,' said the host, 'I wish he'd come. Joe - Joe!'  
The fat boy, who under the exciting influence of the morning did not  
appear to be more than three parts and a fraction asleep, emerged  
from the house.  
'
Go up, and call the gentleman, and tell him he'll find me and Mr  
Pickwick in the rookery. Show the gentleman the way there; d'ye  
hear?'  
The boy departed to execute his commission; and the host, carrying  
both guns like a second Robinson Crusoe, led the way from the  
garden.  
'
This is the place,' said the old gentleman, pausing after a few minutes  
walking, in an avenue of trees. The information was unnecessary; for  
the incessant cawing of the unconscious rooks sufficiently indicated  
their whereabouts.  
The old gentleman laid one gun on the ground, and loaded the other.  
'
Here they are,' said Mr Pickwick; and, as he spoke, the forms of Mr  
Tupman, Mr Snodgrass, and Mr Winkle appeared in the distance. The  
fat boy, not being quite certain which gentleman he was directed to  
call, had with peculiar sagacity, and to prevent the possibility of any  
mistake, called them all.  
'Come along,' shouted the old gentleman, addressing Mr Winkle; 'a  
keen hand like you ought to have been up long ago, even to such poor  
work as this.'  
Mr Winkle responded with a forced smile, and took up the spare gun  
with an expression of countenance which a metaphysical rook,  
impressed with a foreboding of his approaching death by violence,  
may be supposed to assume. It might have been keenness, but it  
looked remarkably like misery. The old gentleman nodded; and two  
ragged boys who had been marshalled to the spot under the direction  
of the infant Lambert, forthwith commenced climbing up two of the  


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