It must have been back in 1905 when old Jack Farnsworth, what a man, had a head of hair like you wouldn't believe and could shoot the hat off a hare from a mile and half away, though in those days to find a rabbit wearing a hat you practically had to go over the wall into Scotland, most rabbits these days don't bother with the fine niceties of life, I blame it on the damn Protestants, ever since they started reforming the mother Church nobody's been quite as polite as back in the day. Any rates, it seems old Jack was trying to find himself a woman by the accepted method of shooting her father and then paying his respects the next day when he accidentally shot a small balloon with a fellow name of Augustus Portsworthing riding in it to Ireland. Augustus, he gets out, and he's been a veteran