the house, “is that a boy of his age has no business to be shooting. I don't like it.”
“Nobody can shoot well if he does not begin to practise early. Why, when I was a boy—I remember on one occasion, when——"
“What I say," interrupted Hedwig, “is that a boy ought not to want always to be shooting, and what not. He ought to stay at home and help his mother. And I wish you would set them a better example.”
“Well, the fact is, you know,” said Tell, “I don't think Nature meant me to be a stay-at-home and that sort of thing. I couldn’t be a herdsman if you paid me. I shouldn’t know what to do. No; everyone has his special line, and mine is hunting. Now, I can hunt.”
“A nasty, dangerous occupation,” said Hedwig. “I don't like to hear of your being lost on desolate ice-fields, and leaping from crag to crag, and what not. Some day, mark
