Charles Dudley Warner,
The Complete Writings of Charles Dudley Warner…
“ The rifle was a Sharps, carrying a ball cartridge (ten to the pound) ,—an excellent weapon belonging to a friend of mine, who had intended, for a good many years back, to kill a deer with it. He could hit a tree with it —if the wind did not blow, and the atmosphere was just right, and the tree was not too far off—nearly every time. Of course, the tree must have some size. Needless to say that I was at that time no sportsman. Years ago I killed a robin under the most humiliating circumstances. ”
