"I will call for the cartridges on my way to-morrow morning.
Please load them with three drachms of powder." "Yes, sir, and an ounce and an eighth of No.

5 shot, sir?
That's what all the gentlemen use." "No," I answered, "No.

3; please be sure as to that.

Good evening." The gunsmith stared at me, and as I left the shop I heard him remark to his assistant: "That African gent must think he's going out to shoot ostriches with buck shot.

I expect he ain't no good, whatever they may say about him.".