A certain Monsieur D—, residing in a small village near
Paris, having had his garden robbed during several successive nights, determined to detect the plunderers ; and a few nights ago, at, about nine o'clock, took his fowling-piece, which he charged with small shot, and got up into an apple-tree, which was very full of leaf and surrounded by a plantation of vines. Having placed himself in the top, he, it seems, leaned forward to reach his gun, which he had left standing against the tree, drawing it up by the muzzle ; when the trigger was caught by one of the twigs, and the whole charge was lodged in his body. Madame D— heard the report, and expected to see her husband return ; but day appearing without his coming in, she sent out in search of him. It was not till the middle of the day that his body was discovered in tho tree ; when it was quite cold ; and from the position in which it was found, thoro is no doubt that his death was instantaneous. [The patience of Madame seems to have been most exemplary.]
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