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comprises the names of Hon. C. W. Hutchinson, Mayor of 

 Utica; Hon. Roscoe Conkling, United States Senator; Hon. 

 R. B. Roosevelt, of this city, and many other well-known 

 and influential gentlemen. The capital stock of the asso- 

 ciation is $200,000 divided into 2,000 shares of $100 each. 



RIFLE TYPES—NO. II. 



The Young Lady at the Bange.— And would he be kind 

 enough to explain it all? That was very good of him. She 

 was afraid he would think her dull. It was too absurd on 

 her part, but she must confess that she had not the faint- 

 est conception what it all meant. Yes, she had been two 

 or three times at Creedmoor, and had enjoyed it very much. 

 (Here she looked very steadfastly at a fine looking young 

 man, who, with rifle in hand, was just about shooting.) 

 Somebody%ad tried, yes, it had been always the same 

 gentleman, who had done his very best to make it all clear 

 to her, but then always, just as she hoped she was 

 getting to have a glimmer of the whole matter, he had a 

 provoking way of leading the subject off into quite other 

 matters, of course interesting ones to her, but not at all 

 relative to rifle shooting. It was at a thousand yards the 

 riflemen were shooting now? Was he sure of that? It 

 looked to her two or three miles off — ever so far, in fact. 

 Yes, she knew that it took from twenty-five to thirty yards 

 of silk to make a dress with overskirt and trimmings, and 

 had now some conception— a faint one — what an awfully 

 long stretch of silk sash it would take to reach from where 

 ; she stood to those targets. She would prefer his not men- 

 tioning to her all at once such things as trajectories and 

 elevations, for they would only puzzle her. Had they ever 

 tried shot guns at Creedmoor? or could they put in their 

 guns as many balls as they pleased? Now, what did that 

 red thing mean which popped up so funnily when some of 

 the gentlemen tired, and didn't jump up at all when others 

 fired? What made it do that? Oh! somebody worked it. 

 Why couldn't a rifleman take a nice comfortable chair — 

 not a rocking chair, of course, because that would teeter, 

 but something solid on its legs — and shoot that way? Now, 

 what was that— that black thing getting pushed up in such 

 an absurd way? That was an outer, and it counted two? 

 The bullseye was three feet wide at a thousand yards and at 

 five hundred yards twenty-two inches? Wasn't twenty-two 

 inches just about as big as the top of a band-box? If she 

 could only fix these things in her mind by means of fami. 

 liar objects she felt sure she would get along. But didn't 

 it make gentlemen's head ache to be shooting, with the aw- 

 ful noise the guns made? Wouldn't it be nicer if they 

 could have rifles which made no noise at all? Yes; she 

 had read when she studied chemistry, or astronomy, .or 

 something, all about air guns. Oh! they wouldn't do? She 

 had heard something about a bubble gauge. Did they blow 

 bubbles to see the way the wind blew? Was it not possi- 

 ble to make some kind of gunpowder that wouldn't black 

 people's hands so — something, say like toilette powder? 

 But were not the trees beautiful, with all their changing 

 colors, their sulphur yellows, their chocolate browns, and 

 their crimson flushes? Oh! what did those red flags mean, 

 and their waving them so, and that man shouting "dan- 

 ger" until he was red, too, in the face? She hoped there 

 was no danger where she stood. That meant cease firing. 

 Wasn't Lady Masserene not only very beautiful, but so 

 lady-like and dignified, and what a pleasant, courteous, 

 whole-souled gentleman Major Leech was, and would he 

 ever come back again? She hoped he would, and must 

 confess it wasn't loyal on her part, but she wished he would 

 come with an Irish team, and beat the American one; for 

 the Americans were awfully conceited. Of course that 

 was a sweeping remark; she meant that she knew one gen- 

 tleman of the team who had been dreadfully stuck up ever 

 since Dollymount. She half believed, too, he had lost his 

 heart with some Irish girl; all Irish girls were so elegant 

 looking and fascinating. She had been thinking that a 

 nice little space might be fenced off for croquet. It wasn't 

 military? That might be, but it would be so nice. She 

 was sure that neither Gen. Shaler nor Col. Wingate nor 

 Col. Gildersleeve would object, they all looked like such 

 pleasant and amiable gentlemen. She was a thousand 

 times obliged for his very clear description of rifle shoot- 

 ing, and she would think it all over. In fact, she was cer- 

 tain that if only she could master those horrid things, a 

 trajectory and an elevation— and she was going to put her 

 whole mind to it some day — she would then know a great 

 deal more about Creedmoor than any other young lady. 

 Yes; she wore that gold medal, but she was only taking 

 care of it for him. He had won it at the Autumn meet- 

 ing. Yes, she sported, too, the blue ribbon of the Ama- 

 teur Rifle Club . But she observed he was looking quite 

 cross and weary; for she had noticed that at his last shot 

 they had popped up a black thing over his target, and she 

 knew now that that meant an outer, but then maybe he 

 might find a good excuse for it and would be allowed to 

 shoot over again. 



The careless man.— -He flourishes his rifle like an Irishman 

 does a shiilalah, and has a funny way of bringing it down 

 on the bystander's toes . He always leaves his cleaning rod 

 at the last firing point, and scatters around promiscuously 

 his oil cans, wipers, and cartridges. {Loquitur.) "Oh, I 

 sa y> you fellows, it's all humbug being so dreadful particu. 

 lar. TVIy elevation is two or three, or something. Screw 

 her up until the nut jams, and then let her down again; it 

 don't much matter. Who has got a drop of oil handy? 

 Some fellow has put gravel in my breech arrangement. 

 Lend us a cartridge; I have left my box in the car or at the 

 hotel, I don't know which, but I had some i& my pocket. 



Baby got hold of mine and played hob with them. 

 Found his face black with powder, and bless me if he 

 wasn't sucking a bullet and whistling in a cartridge, which 

 accounted for the kitchen range exploding and scalding 

 my .wife when the tea kettle blew up. My sights don't 

 look kind of true. Yesterday she tumbled off a shelf, 

 and somebody sat on her sights and likely put her out of 

 kelter. Any fellow got a wiping stick? (Feels in his 

 pocket and draws out a handful of loose powder, some 

 matches, and a few sound cartridges.) I thought I had 

 made a scratch on the bad cartridges, but now I can't tell 

 tother from which." The careless man throws himself on 

 the ground, and is no sooner in position than he fires. 

 Somebody says "a ricochet." "Shouldn't be at all sur- 

 prised," replies the careless man, quite pleasantly. "Guess 

 that cartridge was one of those that our little Jimmy took 



for sugar candy." 



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Illegal Shooting.— We are informed that at the Em- 

 bough, near Catskill, and also at Rodgers' Island, in the 

 same vicinity, several parties are^ shooting ducks from boats 

 armed with swivel guns. There are known to be three of 

 those guns in use in that neighborhood, and we have posi- 

 tive information that on Sunday week nine ducks were killed 

 with one of them. If there is no sportsman's association 

 at Catskill to take cognizance of such barefaced violations of 

 the law we would suggest the immediate formation of one; 

 or if that is impracticable, we would say to the citizens of 

 that place that the penalty for shooting ducks with a swivel 

 gun is $100 for each offense. For the benefit of those who 

 read Forest and Stream we give herewith the section of 

 the law passed as last amended on May 12th, 1875, which 

 refers to this offense : — 



"Sec. 8. No person shall at any time kill any wild duck, 

 goose, or brant with any device or instrument known as a 

 swivel or punt gun, or with any gun other than such guns 

 as are habitually raised at arms' length and fired from the 

 shoulder; or shall use any net, device, or instrument or 

 gun other than such gun as aforesaid,, with intent to cap- 

 ture or kill any wild duck, goose, or brant, under a pen- 

 alty of $100." 



The result of the use of these swivel guns is that the 

 ducks are almost immediately driven from their feeding 

 grounds, and honest sportsmen deprived of their shooting. 

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Pedigrees. — After the poultry mania had seized so 

 strongly upon our Western friends it was a natural sequence 

 that the question of pedigrees should follow, and the sys- 

 tem of giving the lineage of prize fowls has been adopted. 

 How far back they claim to go we are not informed, or as 

 to whether any ambitious cockerel can claim descent from 

 the thrice crowing bird of Peter. "This is the cock that 

 crowed in the morn" would be a capital heading for the 

 first page of a poultry stud book, but we fear that the bar 

 sinister would darken many a fair leaf. We had supposed 

 that the mania would have stopped here, but in the last is- 

 sue of the. London Fancier's Gazette we find a pro-forma 

 pedigree for canary birds, duly ruled and lined for a 

 thorough registration. A correspondent of that paper 

 states that the idea is not a new one, that he has followed 

 it since 1842. The latest inventor, however, claims the 

 cognomen Ckingachgook and very naturally a "squaw" sup- 

 ports him in the following original manner: — 



"Chingachgook, the son of Uncas, has spoken; he speak 

 the word of Great Chief. Birds ought to have name. 

 When Great Tamenund go to hunt, he tell squaw— Put 

 one bird in this place, put 'nother bird in t'other place, 

 how she know if he no name? and how you know him 

 squaw not him sister if you buy 'em ? Two hundred birds 

 in wigwam; all got name; many warrior, many Great 

 Chief. They no smoke pipe of piece; like war path; take 

 many feathers. Me tell all, give bird name. Put him in 

 book ; then you know him granfather,|and him tribe, bet- 

 ter as him who say Chingachgook, father of Uncas, when 

 him son. Me say, give bird name; stop de prize-grubber. 

 Make him tell tribe, then know if him show him won 

 bird." 



The writer we should imagine had recently taken a 

 large dose of Cooper, and it has "struck in." 



By the bye, speaking of pedigrees the following has been 

 sent to us for publication, as recording the birth of "an 

 extraordinary colt." We have not yet heard that the ani- 

 mal has been named, if not we would suggest Everseffort 

 as very appropriate : — 



At early noon, near the B estate, our friend S. G. ~F. came in pos- 

 session of a most extraordinary colt— by Indigestion oat of Nightmare, 

 she by Canvass Back, by Terrapin, by Plum Pudding; he by Otard; 

 Green Turtle by Brown Stout, he by Kennel, out of Setter, by Snipe; he 

 by Grouse, by Bowe, out of Kyor's Pape; she by Importation; dam by 

 Wagstaff's Gun; he by Taylor's Breech Loader, out of William's P., by 

 Squire Smith; he by Canonicus, out of Red Setter; she by Irish White, 

 iam by Pride of the Border, sired by Burge's Rufus; he by Bowe's 

 Ranger, by Goldsmith's Plunkett; he by Shores' Count Jock; he by 

 Pintz's Stubbs, out of Sutter's idstone; she by Shamrock; he by Snap, 

 by Cavallo, out of Cameron, by Sam Mathoron, out of Lunatic; she by 

 1, 2, 3, 4 out of Billy Mack, by Honest Old Man Holsten, by Lager Bier; 

 he by Pedigree, by Palmer, out of Belle Brandon; she by Wrestler; he 

 by Edgehart, out of Boatler; she by Wellsman, by Dramatic; he byNo 

 Go, out of Waddler, by Dog Sport, out of Good Girl; she by Frank B. ; 

 he by Apple Toddy, by Rifle, out of Creedmoor, by Krick, out of World] 

 by Reporter, out of Lawsuit, by Dr. Smith; he by Whack, out of Talk- 

 to-Death, by Veterinary, out of Beauty; she by Times, out of Herd- 

 ness. 



—The Brussels rifle meeting seems not to hava been as 

 successful this year as on prior occasions. There were 

 less competitors, and the prizes were diminished in quan- 

 tity and value. 



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—The ocean yacht race between the Dauntless and Mo- 

 hawk was sailed on Tuesday last in a good breeze. The 

 Dauntless was the winner, but owing to some misunder- 

 standing regarding the way in which the lightship was to 

 b© passed at the finish the race was not entirely satisfactory. 



CREEDMOOR. 



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On Friday last, October 22d, the contest for the Marks- 

 man's Badge by the First Division took place. The Ninth, 

 Fifth, and Eighty-fourth Regiments were at Creedmoor. 

 The day was warm and pleasant, and the shooting fairly 

 good. We give the best scores:— 



SEVENTH REGIMENT. 



Name. 200 



Private Riker 19 



Prt. McCready..l8 

 Pvt. Drummond,.19 



Lieut. Bacon 15 



Lieut. Dominick.. 18 



Corp. Kirk 19 



Captain Harker..l9 



Capt. Koss 19 



DramMaj.Bersht.20 



Yards. 



500 

 21 

 19 

 16 

 19 

 16 



Total Name. 200 



40 Pvt. Beebe 17 



37 Lieut. Nichol ..17 



Yards. 



35 



M 



84 



Pvt. Dederick....!? 

 Pvt. Flash 15 



500 

 16 

 16 

 16 

 15 



Total. 

 33 

 33 

 33 

 30 



NINTH REGIMENT. 



20 39|Capt. Harding... 2! 



17 86 1 Private Hoover.. 18 



FIFTH REGIMENT. 



10 29 1 Capt. Ploeger....21 



8 28|Pvt. Wilhelra....l2 



EIGHTT -FOURTH REGIMENT. 



16 35|h'ergt_ Greatty . . . 1 5 



34|Sergt. Oaborn....20 



15 

 17 



7 

 16 



36 



35 



28 

 28 



17 

 10 



Drum Ma.]. Nolte.19 

 Corp. Davis 19 



On Saturday, October 23d, three important matches were 

 shot at Creedmoor. The Hepburn match should have come 

 off, but for some reason was postponed. C. E. Hunting- 

 don, Esq., however, having offered in an impromptu way 

 a silver cup as a prize, this contest brought out some of the 

 most remarkable shooting ever yet made at Creedmoor. 

 Conditions for the Huntingdon Cup, 800, 900 and 1,000 

 yards; five shots at each range. There were twenty-two 

 entries. We append the best scores: — 



Name. Yards. Score. Total. 



R. Rathbone. 



T. S.Dakin - 



H. S. Jewell. 



W. B. Farwell 



W. Smyth. 



J.T. B. Collins 



H. Fisher. 



Score. 

 5 5 c 



5 



5 



4 



3 



( 800.... 5 

 ' 900.... 4 5 

 1000.... 5 5 

 I 800.... 4 5 

 900.... 5 5 

 1000.... 5 5 

 I 800.... 5 4 5 

 ' 900.... 5 5 4 

 KlOO ..455 

 800.... 5 5 5 

 300 ...5 5 4 

 1000.... 5 3 5 

 i 800.... 5 6 4 

 < SCO.-:. .4 5 5 

 1W0....5 4 4 

 i 800.... 5 4 5 

 900.... 3 5 5 

 1000.... 5 4 4 

 800.... 4 5 4 

 > 900.. ..5 4 3 

 (1000.. .3-55 

 ( 800..., 4 5 5 



S. Swan •{ 900.... 3 2 5 



/ 1000.... 5 5 4 

 800 ...5 5 5 



W.Lindsay >-900;...5 5 4 



) 100J....3 3 4 _ 

 Mr. Rathbone's score, 71 in a possible 75, was very good, 

 Most notable was a string of no less than twenty (20) bulls- 

 eyes made by Mr. Farwell at 800 yards— five made on the 

 regular score, with the two for the sighting shots, and thir- 

 teen more. We are pretty certain that this has never been 

 equaled before by any marksman at Creedmoor or on any 

 otlier range in the world. The weather was superb, not 

 too much sunlight, and hardly any glare, the targets being 

 nicely shaded. 



After the Huntingdon the Boylan Badge was shot for. 

 This prize was presented to the winning team for competi- 

 tion by the twelve members of the successful team in the 

 inter-State match. Conditions, 200 and 500 yards, seven 

 shots, with the State model rifle. We append the five best 

 scores : — 



5.... 25) 

 4. ...23V 

 3 ...23 ) 

 5... 23) 

 5....2hI 

 5. ...24 

 5. ...24) 

 5. ...24V 

 3....22> 

 5.... 25 

 5.. 24 

 3.... 21 

 5.... 24 

 5. ...21 

 3.... 19 

 4.... 23 

 5... 23 

 4.... 20 

 5. ...22 

 4. ...21 

 5.... 22 

 4. ...31.) 

 5 ...19 - 

 5.... 24 

 5. ...24 

 4. ...21 

 4. ...19 



n 



70 



70 



70 



or 



66 



65 



60 



Captain S. Briggs, S2d -j|^;;;;;4 



4.... 31 | 

 4....30 f 

 5.... 24 * 



5 80 r 



4.. ..25) 



5 29 ) 



5....J7I 



»....27| 



5....2?f 

 >....26) 

 4.... 26 



61 



54 

 54 

 54 



52 



4 5 



- 4 5 



Corporal E . H. Sanford, 7th. -j gj} \ j 2 



Private J. W. Gardner, 7th. . \ j£X ■••■;) 

 | 500 4 



Adjt. Frothingham, 23d -J gjjj ' 



Sergt. B. J. Jacobs, 22d j gg * 



The Irish-American Challenge Cup concluded the day's 

 programme, which prize was cleverly won by Mr. B. Bur- 

 ton, which makes the fourth time he has taken it, when 

 the cup becomes his property. Conditions, 200 and 500 

 yards, seven shots: — 



3 

 5 



Bethel Burton. 



J 200.... 

 «5'0.... 



General Millen J gjO. . • •* 



Major Dnffy ") 50 V " 3 



Ed. Browne.. jj^J 



5....26> 

 8.. ..SIT 57 

 3. ...21) 

 5....30f 51 

 4.. ,,38) 



3 28 f 51 



5.... 29 I 

 3....17 J" 



■The American Rifle Association will open their new 

 range on the 27th at Glen Drake. Gov. Tilden Gen 

 Husted, and Brig. Gen. Blauvelt will probably attend The 

 matches will be continued from Wednesday to Saturday 

 To-day the Westchester Cup Match and Ladies' Match will 

 be shot for, and also two open subscription matches one 

 at 200 and the other at 500 yards. On Friday there' will 

 be team shooting, and the Twenty-seventh will contend 

 for various prizes offered by Col. Underbill. On Saturday 

 the match for the De Peyster medal, distance 800- yards 

 will be shot also a subscription match at 300 yards and an 

 all-comers match, the first prize being valued at $50. Office of 

 the American Rifle Association, 25 Dey street. Entries 

 tor matches can be made there or on the ground In our 

 next number we will give report of proceedings. Actino- 

 upon a suggestion which appeared some weeks since in 

 these columns the Directors of the American Rifle Associa 

 tion have arranged for telegraph wires from the targets to 

 the firing points, connecting also with the main lines 

 These will be under the management of Lt. G. H Thorap 

 son, 27th Inft., assisted by a corps of operators from 

 Thompson's Manhattan Telegraph Institute. 



-An impromptu rifle match was shot at Auburn last 

 week, Capt. Coleman, of the American team, being ore of 

 the contestants, and the only one out of the eighteen' J 

 gaged who hit the bullseye at 1 S Q0Q yards> m / 

 49 out of $ possibi© 50. 



