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FOREST AND STREAM 
[April 4, 1908. 
99.8 Per Cent. 
“What do you know about that big noise?” 
We now feel that the acme of surpreme and un¬ 
paralleled howling success in the establishing of the 
world’s records has been achieved. This by a man who 
did not go down behind the barn, or require any affidavits 
of authenticity. This by a man whose word is equiva¬ 
lent to his bond—this by a man who is so well known to 
you all that the mere mention of his name will dispel all 
doubt of the truthfulness of his claim. No man, or 
aggregation of men, will ever intimate “that he fixed the 
traps, or that the record was made on “dubs.” How 
did it all come about? Let me tell you: 
Coming through from Nashville to Chattanooga, the 
U. M. C. and Remington Squad (having had one night’s 
rest) were feeling fine. We were in the smoking room 
sleeper. Col. J. T. Anthony painted a vivid word pic¬ 
ture that was made so realistic that we could see the 
Yankees falling in every direction. This as they made 
their unsuccessful charges in the different battles, led by 
their incompetent commanders (so says the Colonel), and 
we fairly trembled with excitement as he told how him¬ 
self, in conjunction with six other companions, held 
Grant’s army in abeyance until the balance of . the Con¬ 
federate army made a detour and fell on Grant’s left 
wing. And how Grant’s army would have been com¬ 
pletely annihilated if darkness had not come to their 
rescue, and he (Grant), like the Arabs of old, folded his 
tents and disappeared in the night. A. M. Hatcher at 
this point remarked that this to him was another evidence 
that the Lord took care of his own, or darkness would 
not have descended. That was too much for the Colonel, 
and turning, he made some remarks to Hatcher that 
directly reflected upon his mental condition and intelli¬ 
gence, intimating that his brain was as coarse as egg 
coal. Hatcher subsided, and the Colonel proceeded. 
Bull’s Run was the opening and Appomatox the close 
of his dissertation. He explained how, in the early 
stages of the war, many of the Confederates (until guns 
sufficient had been captured from the Yankees) were 
supplied with bows and arrows; that he put in most 
of his spare time hunting flint arrow-heaas along the 
clay banks of the creeks. He further explained that he 
became so proficient in handling the bow and arrow that 
he would frequently pick off twenty or thirty Yankees 
before they knew where the Nemesis was working from. 
The bows were like smokeless powder—no noise, no 
smoke. The next weapon of extermination he was 
equipped with was the old Confederate pike, which he at 
first considered apparently worthless. The Colonel looked 
around over the bunch and blandly remarked that they 
so much reminded him of the worthless pike that he felt 
i 'ustified in dubbing them a bunch of “pikers.” Charlie 
.e Compte asked for a description of the pike. The 
Colonel proceeded to describe the same as a double- 
edged bowie-knife set firmly in a handle of hickory about 
nine feet long and two inches in diameter, and was used 
as a bayonet. We of course had to charge the Yankees. 
We would land on them, plunging the pike in such a 
way that we threw them off to the side like throwing fish 
from a gig. The Colonel here remembered a special in¬ 
cident. Grant’s (Federal) army lay in the valley. Gen- 
Walthall’s (Confederate) was on the top of Lookout 
Mountain, and Gen. Bragg (Confederate) was in posses¬ 
sionary of Missionary Ridge. He (the Colonel) was with 
Bragg’s brigade. An order was issued which the Colonel 
understood to mean charge. He rushed out with his 
pike, charged the Yankee forces and mowed a swath 
down through the center of Grant’s brigade that very 
much resembled the trail of a McCormick harvester cut¬ 
ting through a wheatfield. When he arrived at the Ten¬ 
nessee River he glanced back and discovered that none 
of his comrades had accompanied him, and that he had 
fought the much-talked-of battle of Missionary Ridge 
single-handed and alone. Nothing daunted, he swam the 
Tennessee River with the pike in his teeth, and climbing 
Lookout Mountain, again entered the ranks of the Con¬ 
federate forces and reported in person to Gen. Walthall 
at his headquarters in the Craven home. Here is where 
the Colonel had his first opportunity to secure a real gun. 
He was out on a tour of observation, and saw six of 
Grant’s men foraging. Again single-handed and alone he 
rounded them up and started them up the mountain. 
Fearing some of them might attempt to escape, he took 
one of his shoestrings (well worn), tied the Yanks to¬ 
gether and marched them as prisoners of war into camp. 
From one of the captured men he took a Spencer car¬ 
bine. Right there the real war of the rebellion began. 
What’s that? Never mind, reader, don’t get hasty. I 
am coming to the 99.8 per cent, record, but I want to 
lead you up and explain (in the absence of proof) how 
this world’s record was brought about. 
.The Colonel, with the new carbine, commenced picking 
off the sharpshooters from the trees, sentinels from their 
posts, officers from their saddles, and the privates re¬ 
ceived absolutely no mercy at his hands. They were 
slaughtered indiscriminately. In fact, the recital was such 
that when the Colonel even pointed that carbine the 
Yankees fell dead, which I can see was the right thing 
to do, as it obviated the cleaning of guns and at the 
same time was a saving of ammunition, which the Colonel 
confided to us was at that time getting a little scarce 
Billy Hcer had been sitting in the corner with his little 
book and pencil.^ and all thought that Billy was having 
“a bad half hour” with his expense book. This surmise 
was wrong. At the conclusion of the Colonel’s blood¬ 
curdling recitation, Heer proceeded to run up several 
columns of figures, and announced that by actual count 
made during the recital the Colonel has an unbroken 
run of 499 Yankees (99.8 per cent.)—another world’s 
record established in the South. We certainly were all 
surprised. While we realized that the Colonel was shoot¬ 
ing in fine form and with unsual accuracy, we had no 
idea the scores were running so high. George Maxwell 
insisted that the Colonel tax his memory and see if he 
could not remember some other Yank that he had started 
for the celestial sphere, even though this Yank was little, 
old, dried up, insignificant and puny. George would be 
willing to count him and make it five hundred. The 
Colonel replied, with a far-away look, “No, boys, there 
is one more that I staited across the “great divide,” 
but I don’t care to class him with that bunch of 
Yankees.” 
At this point the old historian’s voice trembled and 
quivered, and we could all see that he was much affected. 
Billy Long insisted upon the story, and the Colonel again 
recited: “It was Friday, Aug. 13, 1863, a hot and sultry 
day. I was on the mountain with a strong field-glass 
watching the coming and going of Grant’s staff at their 
headquarters on Orchard Knob. I threw the glass 
around on Moccasin Bend, and there I saw what I took 
to be, by his attire, one of those miserable Yankees, and 
I took a shot at him. The wind was blowing south by 
southeast, and I allowed for same. There being no wind- 
gauge sights in those days, I depended entirely upon my 
unerring judgment, and held about a foot to the left and 
eighteen inches high, resting the gun against a small 
birch, pulled trigger, and when the smoke cleared away 
(you know, boys, there was no smokeless powder in 
those days) I saw that the bullet had gone true to the 
aim, bit to my horror I saw Confederate soldiers rushing 
from the woods carrying back the soldier that I had ust 
shot. Upon later inquiry I found that I had snuffed 
the favorite son of one of those dear, delightful, lovable 
Southern families. He was attired in the Yankee garb 
while he washed and dried 1 his own. No, I never ceased 
to regret this. 
Billy Le Compte spoke up and said, “Well, Colonel, 
that would give you the unbroken record of 500.” The 
“grand old man,” with tears in his eyes about the size 
of lunch counter doughnuts, said, “No, no, no, boys, 
consider that shot lost. I do not care to place this Con¬ 
federate boy in the same category with that bunch of 
disreputable Yankees. Tell you his name?” Again the 
Colonel refused; said the killing was an accident, a great 
calamity, and it must never again be mentioned; said he 
was willing to take his chance and was willing to sac¬ 
rifice his perfect score of 100 per cent., although it might 
be equaled or possibly beaten within the next week, 
but this dear boy’s memory should not be defamed. 
Here Frank Butler could see that there was an oppor¬ 
tunity for a possible trade ad. He broke in with the 
inquiry, “Colonel, what kind of ammunition were you 
using?” An injured look overspread the face of Anthony, 
and he replied, “Frank, cut out your trade talk. I 
don’t want this used in the papers. I am going to quit 
you all to-night. I am going direct to the Leesburg 
(Florida) tournament, and will shoot you a record there 
for publication.” 
Be it understood that the Squad as an entirety does 
not “get chesty” over this latest world’s record of 99.S 
per cent., but the Colonel has been with us until this* 
immediate time. This record would possibly have never 
been made public had it not been for our Southern tour, 
hence we feel that just a little belongs to us. 
Nashville, Tenn.—Here we shot at Cumberland Park, 
having an audience of 600. We had a most enthusiastic 
crowd. Our old friend Irby Bennett was ill and confined 
to the house. We failed to see him, much to our regret. 
Irby, you surely have the best wishes of the squad that 
you will be up and around in a few days. 
We met here and had as our guest “the noblest Roman 
of them all,” Andy Meaders. Guess that boy needs no 
introduction to the shooting world, especially “the old 
selling platers.” I am glad to advise that he is hale and 
hearty and will be at the Grand American Handicap with 
the glad hand extended to all. Come, Andy, you are 
certainly welcome any place you may elect to go. We 
also met George Hilmann, of the Winchester Co., and 
Charlie Gilbert, the Nashville hustler. They were both 
very gracious, and we have them in conjunction with 
the balance of Nashville shooters to thank for many 
courtesies. 
Chattanooga, Tenn., is located at the foot of Lookout 
Mountain, on the Tennessee River. Has more historical 
points of interest than any other city in the United 
States. The National Park of 6,000 acres, is located here, 
this covering Point Lookout, Missionary Ridge, Chick- 
amaugua Park and a number of other points of interest. 
Almost all generals of note during the Civil War fought 
in and' about Chattanooga. Grant, Sherman, Sheridan, 
Lee, Bragg, and Jackson were conspicuous here. It was 
on top of Lookout Mountain that the “battle above the 
clouds” was fought. It rained here incessantly, and we 
were obliged for the first time to cancel our date. 
George Maxwell insisted that not only the squad, but 
the heavens wept, at the departure from the team of 
our old friend and college chum, Colonel Anthony. He 
certainly carries with him the best wishes of our bunch. 
Atlanta, Ga.,—Again did the rain cancel for us a date 
that we were very anxious to fill. During the afternoon 
our telephone at the hotel rang incessantly, inquiries 
being made as to the possibility of our “pulling off” the 
entertainment, but we were obliged to cancel. 
Greenville, S. C.—One of the most enterprising cities 
in the South, center of the cotton mills, and a town where 
the financial flurry has in no way affected their pros- 
peritv. We shot at the fair grounds and had about 900 
people at the exhibition. The local sportsmen were out 
in full force. The prosperity of the city was evidenced 
by the number of automobiles, many of them foreign 
cars. The ladies have the correct idea—they handle 
their own machines. This with as much dexterity and 
pride as a mother would propel a baby buggy. We have 
Mrs. Wilkins to thank for a most enjoyable run given 
Annie Oakley in her car, and of which she was the 
efficient chauffeur. 
Spartanburg, S. C., “the Lowell of the South,” has a 
population of about 20,000 people, and has more than 
tripled its population in the last fifteen years. Woford 
College for men and Converse Seminarv for wom^n 
located here. This city has more paved streets (thanks 
to the enterprise and assistance of Mr. F I). McKowe^ 
than any city of its size in the South. The cotton mills 
at this point consume more than 250,000 ha’es ^f cotton 
annually. It is in this city the South Atlantic States 
Musical is held annually. The finest talent is secured, 
and it is looked forward to and attended bv people from 
all over the world. The street car system is about forty 
miles and is the most complete and up-to-date of any 
we have found in the South; in fact, everything in this 
city indicates thrift and concert of action on the part 
of the citizens. Their motto, “We all pull together”— 
is evidenced at every turn. This might well be termed 
the city of smoke stacks, education and enterprise. An¬ 
other factor, the social side of life, is studied, fostered 
and enjoyed to the limit. Each and every face, male and 
female, is wreathed in a smile of satisfaction, and all 
appear to be at peace with the world. A divorce court 
would be the fifth wheel on a wagon in this city. Did 
the boys treat us royally? Take it from me that they did. 
When I mention the names of such shooting Indians as 
F. D. McEowen, H. R. Crigler, Alex L. White, and 
Messrs. Erwin and Harris, then you ask me, did they 
treat us right? I will answer with a counter question 
“Can a duck swim?” You well know, boys, that we are 
coming back to see you, and it can’t be too soon. Six¬ 
teen hundred spectators turned out here—and this in the 
face of the fact that we showed five miles from the city. 
Greensboro, N. C.—Mr. A. C. Barrell, of the U. M. C. 
and Remington Co., fresh from the New York office 
dropped in on us at Spartanburg yesterday. 'That bright 
7x9 smile of his did not commence to take full effect 
until we arrived at Greensboro, and it has certainly had 
the effect of infusing new life into the bunch. We sure 
hope that Mr. Barrell will stay with us the balance of 
the trip. George Lyon, of Durham, N. C., appeared 
upon the scene at this point, an unexpected and welcome 
surprise. 
Mr. John Avery, salesman, and Mr. C. A. Hartsook, 
missionary for the U. M. C. and Remington Co., also 
joined us at this point. Greensboro is reputed to be the 
largest city in North Carolina, with a population of 
45,000 people, and is certainly a real live town. Has three 
daily papers with a circulation of 12,000 copies, the 
largest Denham mills in the South, in addition to one 
of the largest hardware companies (Odell Hardware Co.) 
between Baltimore and Atlanta. Quail are in abundance 
at this point. M. Hartley Dodge, Charles Ireland, George 
Gould, Clarence Mackav, all have large hunting lodges 
located within a very short distance from the city. Six 
miles from Greensboro is the historic battle ground of 
Guilford Courthouse, where Gen. Greene’s achievement 
made possible the defeat of Cornwallis at Yorktown. 
Twenty-seven historic monuments erected to the memory 
and valor of America’s dead heroes. This battlefield was 
one of the most noted of the Revolutionary War; em¬ 
braces one hundred acres, and the National Government 
has expended large sums upon same. A newly organized 
club contains such members as Charlie McKnight, Mr. 
Whittington and Joe Stone, with many others. They are 
certainly enthusiastic. We had an audience of about 
fifteen hundred people, and as guests had M. S. Lee. of 
New York, who landed high amateur average; George 
Lyon, of Durham, N. C., and A. Lyon, of High Point. 
The squad have been here before, and knew the hos¬ 
pitable nature of the Greensboro bunch. Boys, we are 
glad we returned, and doubly assure you that any old 
time that we are booked in the South, Greensboro will 
be one of our objective points. We go from here to 
Durham, the city that George Lyon, in conjunction with 
the Bull Durham tobacco, has made famous. 
Tom A. Marshall. 
Montclair Gun Club. 
Montclair, N. J., March 28.—Notwithstanding the 
threatening weather, some thirty-five men were in at¬ 
tendance to-day, many coming out to get a little practice 
before the big championship shoot of April 1. Some 
five trophy events were run off. Mr. Chas. Thomas, of 
the Jersey City'Club, won out in the first event; Louis 
M. Colquitt in the second. Mr. R. Jacobus was the 
winner of the third; E. Jacobus of the fourth event, and 
Mr. O. C. Grinnell of the fifth. t 
The combined scores made in events 1 and 2 counted 
on the sixth leg for the Greener gun, giving Mr. Geo. 
Batten his second win with a score of 48. (This for 
members only.) 
In like manner the scores made in events 3 and 4 
counted on the contest for the Colquitt medals for two- 
man teams. Messrs. .Wan a"»d Moffett tying with Messrs. 
E. and R. Jacobus at 94. This tie will have to be shot 
off later. 
On next Saturday the Princeton University team will 
visit Montclair, and shoot a seven-man team race; Mont¬ 
clair going to Princeton on May 4. 
Events: 1 2 3 4 5 
Targets: 
II 
25 
II 
25 
H 
25 
H 
25 
Burtis . 
. 1 
20 
1 
21 
1 
23 
1 
20 
1 
23 
Hunt . 
9 
23 
2 
21 
2 
20 
2 
21 
2 
24 
Boxall . 
. 1 
20 
i 
20 
i 
21 
1 
24 
i 
24 
Wilson . 
9 
23 
2 
20 
9 
23 
2 
21 
2 
23 
R Tacobus . 
H Francisco . 
. 4 
22 
4 
23 
4 
25 
4 
24 
3 
24 
9 
23 
2 
12 
2 
14 
2 
19 
♦Birch . 
. 0 
18 
0 
9 
0 
4 
0 
20 
S G Francisco . 
. 5 
IS 
5 
15 
4 
15 
5 
15 
Beattie . 
9 
21 
2 
21 
2 
13 
2 
16 
Sindle . 
. 3 
21 
3 
19 
3 
23 
3 
21 
Piercy . 
.n 
21 
0 
22 
0 
21 
0 
24 
6 
i9 
♦Fanning . 
. 0 
21 
0 
24 
0 
24 
0 
20 
E Jacobus . 
9 
23 
2 
22 
2 
20 
1 
25 
2 
22 
Thomas . 
. 1 
25 
i 
24 
1 
23 
1 
23 
Allan . 
. 1 
23 
i 
22 
1 
24 
1 
22 
i 
21 
Colquitt . 
. 1. 
19 
i 
25 
1 
23 
1 
19 
0 
21 
Cockefair . 
9 
22 
2 
17 
2 
23 
2 
24 
2 
21 
Winslow . 
. 4 
19 
4 
20 
4 
18 
4 
24 
Dukes . 
. 1 
17 
1 
21 
1 
21 
1 
22 
i 
24 
Moffett . 
. 1 
23 
1 
21 
1 
24 
1 
24 
l 
23 
♦Shannon . 
. 0 
10 
0 
15 
0 
14 
0 
12 
♦Crawford . 
.0 
20 
0 
17 
0 
17 
0 
18 
*G F Brown . 
. 0 
15 
0 
10 
0 
10 
0 
10 
♦Pearsall .*.. 
. 0 
10 
0 
17 
0 
13 
0 
17 
Batten . 
24 
5 
24 
5 
23 
4 
22 
Schreyvogel . 
.5 
24 
5 
24 
5 
24 
4 
21 
"■Schneider . 
. 0 
15 
0 
21 
0 
IS 
0 
17 
Grinnell, Jr. 
_9 
23 
2 
19 
2 
23 
2 
24 
2 
25 
♦R M Brown . 
. 0 
15 
0 
10 
0 
7 
0 
14 
Crane . 
. 0 
IS 
0 
IS 
0 
18 
0 
14 
Babcock . 
0 
20 
0 
12 
Stewart . 
3 
21 
3 
23 
3 
22 
Benson . 
2 
13 
0 
10 
0 
13 
Kussmaul . 
3 
20 
0 
10 
*L M Jones . 
0 
19 
20 
6 
7 
♦Targets only. Edward Winslow, Sec’y. 
