«Don't let's talk of death,» said Washington. «I am sure the Baron's tale of how he came
to have enough canvas−back is more diverting.»
«I've no doubt it is more perverting,» said Johnson.
«It happened this way,» said Munchausen. «I was out for sport, and I got it. I was alone,
my servant having fallen ill, which was unfortunate, since I had always left the filling of my
cartridge−box to him, and underestimated its capacity. I started at six in the morning, and,
not having hunted for several months, was not in very good form, so, no game appearing for
a time, I took a few practice shots, trying to snip off the slender tops of the pine−trees that I
encountered with my bullets, succeeding tolerably well for one who was a little rusty,
bringing down ninety−nine out of the first one hundred and one, and missing the remaining
two by such a close margin that they swayed to and fro as though fanned by a slight breeze.
As I fired my one hundred and first shot what should I see before me but a flock of these
delicate birds floating upon the placid waters of the bay!»
«Was this the Bay of Biscay, Baron?» queried Columbus, with a covert smile at
Ptolemy.
«I counted them,» said the Baron, ignoring the question, «and there were just
sixty−eight. 'Here's a chance for the record, Baron,' said I to myself, and then I made ready
to shoot them. Imagine my dismay, gentlemen, when I discovered that while I had plenty of
powder left I had used up all my bullets. Now, as you may imagine, to a man with no bullets
at hand, the sight of sixty−eight fat canvas−backs is hardly encouraging, but I was resolved
to have every one of those birds; the question was, how shall I do it? I never can think on
water, so I paddled quietly ashore and began to reflect. As I lay there deep in thought, I saw
lying upon the beach before me a superb oyster, and as reflection makes me hungry I seized
upon the bivalve and swallowed him. As he went down something stuck in my throat, and,
extricating it, what should it prove to be but a pearl of surpassing beauty. My first thought
was to be content with my day's find. A pearl worth thousands surely was enough to satisfy
the most ardent lover of sport; but on looking up I saw those ducks still paddling contentedly
about, and I could not bring myself to give them up. Suddenly the idea came, the pearl is as
large as a bullet, and fully as round. Why not use it? Then, as thoughts come to me in shoals,
I next reflected, 'Ah – but this is only one bullet as against sixty−eight birds:' immediately a
third thought came, 'why not shoot them all with a single bullet? It is possible, though not
probable.' I snatched out a pad of paper and a pencil, made a rapid calculation based on the
doctrine of chances, and proved to my own satisfaction that at some time or another within
the following two weeks those birds would doubtless be sitting in a straight line and
paddling about, Indian file, for an instant. I resolved to await that instant. I loaded my gun
with the pearl and a sufficient quantity of powder to send the charge through every one of
the ducks if, perchance, the first duck were properly hit. To pass over wearisome details, let
me say that it happened just as I expected. I had one week and six days to wait, but finally
the critical moment came. It was at midnight, but fortunately the moon was at the full, and I
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