Arthur O. Friel, Black White — Chapter V (1923)
“ Yells of rage and screams of death broke out as my heavy bullets knocked the pursuers back against their mates or over the side. Arrows chunked into the water around me. But the canoes slowed again. As the Maquiritares labored past me and I paused to reload, White turned without a word and again opened fire. Now I saw that he was using a short rifle which looked small and light, but which made smashing reports, showing it had terrible power. Also, I saw that in firing six shots from that gun he hit only one man. Shooting backward from a heaving canoe is not easy ”
