My father had consented to let me buy my first gun, a 22 calibre rifle.
Four days I studied the mail-order catalogue and finally selected a fully automatic model that would fire 15 shots without reloading.
I raced to gain approval of my choice from Ben, our hired man.
Ben studied the picture of the gun, then turned to me with his easy smile.
“I would not take it if I were you,” he said.
“Why not?” I asked, trying to hide my disappointment.
“A single-shot is better,” he said. “Every time you look down the sights of a single-shot you say to yourself, ” If I do not hit it this time, I may not get another chance.’ But with an automatic you just can’t help knowing’ that one shot ain’t so all-fired important. So you do not do your best.”
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