64 aot RECREATION. 
quite as heavy a load as 4% drams in a 10. 
1 have never been able to put No. 4 shot 
through an inch beard with a 12 bore gun, 
nor have [*ever seen it done.” 
Nor will you ever see it done at 35 yards 
with a 10 bore unless you give it the ad- 
vantage in load. The 2 loads should be to 
each other as 10 is to 12, and if 34% dramis is 
used in the 12 bore 3 9-10 drams should be 
used in the 10 bore. 
If you use 1 4% ounces shot in the 10 bore 
use One ounce in the 12 bore, and do not 
favor one nor the other in the wadding and 
crimp. 
Shoot at 2 boards exactly alike and let 
the readers of RECREATION know the differ- 
ence you’find in penetration. 
I will admit that the shot from the 10 bore 
will. pass over a few feet more space in a 
second than the shot from the 12 bore, but 
the difference is so small that Mr. T. will 
never be able to find it. 
Joseph Ide, Littleton, N. H. 
THE AMATEUR .HUNTER. 
(Hobart, in Baltimore American.) 
Onward through the gloomy forest 
Sirode the hunter from the city; 
Clad in golfing togs the hunter . 
Strode with haughty mein and manner 
Onward through the gloomy forest. 
Sprang a rabbit in his pathway, 
Sat down in the road and smiling, 
Winked his other ear, the rabbit! 
Then the hunter from the city 
Raised his rifle to his shoulder, 
Aimed and fired—hit the treetop! 
And the rabbit, smiling, scooted 
Back to home and Mama Rabbit; 
Left the hunter from the city 
Standing there, disgruntled, swearing! 
Onward through the gloomy forest 
Strode the hunter from the city. 
Chirped a squirrel in the treetop; 
Then the hunter from the city 
Aimed with due precision, fired! 
Hit the atmosphere to Westward; 
And the squirrel, chirping shrilly, 
Put his paw to his Cyrano, 
Thus in squirrel language gave the 
Ha! ha! to the city hunter. 
Onward through the gloomy forest 
Strode the troubled city hunter; 
Perched a pheasant in his pathway, 
Perched and spake in pheasant prattle: 
“Lovely weather, ain’t it, stranger? ”’ 
Then the hunter from the city 
Raised his rifle to his shoulder, 
for information about the Ithaca gun. I 
used grade A. hammer, Ithaca gun, about 7 
years, and sold it last fall. It was as solid 
when I sold it as the day I got it. 
98 steps, with No. 2 shot. I also shot a gray 
squirrel, 90 steps, with No. 6 shot and killed 


THE ITHACA AGAIN. 
A word to the correspondent who asked 
I shot a crow sitting on the top of a tree, 
him. I hit the squirrel between the ears £ 
with one only. Of course they were chance 9 
shots, yet the killing power was there. x 
I have a target that was shot 65 measured 
yards with Winchester common loaded shell, 
3% d. black powder 1% ounce No. 2 shot. 
‘Vhe target was II x 17% inches. A friend 
of mine did the shooting and put 19 No. 2 
shot in target. 
I use a $60 grade hammerless Ithaca at 
present and think I have a fine gun. There 
are no doubt other guns that are as good as 
the Ithaca, but there are few better. 
B. F. Kell, Loysville, Pa. 
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fC Nom Devinn ates 4 
Aimed with utmost skill and fired! | 
Hit a poor unarmored bowlder; j : 
And the pheasant, laughing loudly, 
Flew off home to get his dinner. 
Onward through the gloomy forest ta 
Strode the hunter from the city, 
Saw a Robin Readbreast dreaming a 
On a leafless branch, and fired! 
Hit the blue sky just amidship, -_ 
And the Robin Readbreast whispered: ; 
: Tiyaitover, Sips dom t count, sin. 7 
Straightway then resumed her dreaming. 
Onward through the gloomy forest 
Strode the hunter from the city, 
Always aiming, never hitting; 
Always shooting, never killing; 
Till the dusky twilight came and 
Biought with it the purple shadows. 
Then the forest, dark and gloomy, 
Moved through all its depths of darkness, 
Spake in these words, spake in this wise: 
“Go back home and shoot the rarebit! 
Shoot the bird and shoot the bottle 
In the restaurant and cafe; — 
Try. your skill at shooting lobsters, 
For out here with Nature, why, you 
Couldn’t even shoot the chute, sir! 
Couldn’t even bag your trousers! ”’ 
Then the forest, dark and gloomy, 
Shook its solemn sides with laughter, 
And the melancholy hunter 
Came to town and hit the market, 
Hit it with some dollar bills, and 
Strode home lyingly to wifey. 

