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The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 09, No. 53, March, 1862. VariousЧитать онлайн книгу.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 09, No. 53, March, 1862 - Various


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unto you, their angels only do always behold the face of my Father in the New Year.

      MOUNTAIN PICTURES

      I.

      FRANCONIA FROM THE PEMIGEWASSET

      Once more, O Mountains of the North, unveil

      Your brows, and lay your cloudy mantles by!

      And once more, ere the eyes that seek ye fail,

      Uplift against the blue walls of the sky

      Your mighty shapes, and let the sunshine weave

      Its golden net-work in your belting woods,

      Smile down in rainbows from your falling floods,

      And on your kingly brows at morn and eve

      Set crowns of fire! So shall my soul receive

      Haply the secret of your calm and strength,

      Your unforgotten beauty interfuse

      My common life, your glorious shapes and hues

      And sun-dropped splendors at my bidding come,

      Loom vast through dreams, and stretch in billowy length

      From the sea-level of my lowland home!

      They rise before me! Last night’s thunder-gust

      Roared not in vain: for, where its lightnings thrust

      Their tongues of fire, the great peaks seem so near,

      Burned clean of mist, so starkly bold and clear,

      I almost pause the wind in the pines to hear,

      The loose rock’s fall, the steps of browsing deer.

      The clouds that shattered on yon slide-worn walls

      And splintered on the rocks their spears of rain

      Have set in play a thousand waterfalls,

      Making the dusk and silence of the woods

      Glad with the laughter of the chasing floods

      And luminous with blown spray and silver gleams,

      While, in the vales below, the dry-lipped streams

      Sing to the freshened meadow-lands again.

      So, let me hope, the battle-storm that beats

      The land with hail and fire may pass away

      With its spent thunders at the break of day,

      Like last night’s clouds, and leave, as it retreats,

      A greener earth and fairer sky behind,

      Blown crystal-clear by Freedom’s Northern wind!

      THE USE OF THE RIFLE

      In no branch of manufacture has human ingenuity been taxed more vigorously, for the attainment of the highest possible point of perfection, than in that of rifled guns for the use of the troops, on whose capacity for the destruction of their opponents the throne of the tyrant or the liberty of the people may be dependent. Nations, companies, and individuals have expended years of time and millions of money in testing every conceivable contrivance which offered a hope of improvement in precision, force, facility of loading or firing, or any of the minute details which contribute to render the weapon more serviceable.

      And yet, at this day, not only are the troops of different nations armed with rifles differing in size, weight, calibre, and degree of twist, requiring different instruction in their use, and shooting projectiles of widely different pattern, but scarcely any two gun-makers will be found to agree in all the details requisite to the construction of the most serviceable weapon. The reason for this diversity lies in the fact, that perfection in any one of its requirements can be attained only by the sacrifice of some portion at least of its other elements, and the point at which the balance should be fixed is a sliding scale covering as wide a range as that of the mental and physical differences of the men on whom the decision rests.

      The objects to be attained are, precision and force at long ranges, facility of loading and firing, and such simplicity and strength in the general construction as to allow the least possible chance of derangement or mistake in the management, at the moment when such error might cost the owner his life. And in addition to these points it is required that the weight shall not exceed the amount which a man of the average strength needed for a soldier can manipulate and carry on the march without over-fatigue.

      It will be seen that we have awarded the first place on the list of requisites to precision and force at long ranges; and we presume it is unnecessary to enter into any explanation of the obvious primary necessity for the attainment of those qualities. We find, however, that our progress towards perfection in this direction cannot proceed beyond a certain point, except at the cost of other qualities, which cannot be sacrificed with impunity.

      Regarding it as a settled point that any recoil of the gun is just so much taken from the initial velocity of the ball, (and if any one doubts it, let him try the experiment of throwing a stone, and stepping backwards at the moment of propulsion,) it is obvious, that, for the attainment of the longest range, such a preponderance of weight in the gun over that of the projectile is necessary as to secure the least possible recoil, and this point seems to have been fixed by our best gun-makers at the ratio of five hundred to one, which would require a gun weighing nearly sixteen pounds to carry a half-ounce ball or shot. We use the word ball from habit, meaning, merely, the projectile, which will probably never again resume its spherical shape in actual service. We conceive the perfection of precision and range in rifle-practice to have been attained in the American target-ride, carrying a slug or cone of one ounce weight,—the gun itself weighing not less than thirty pounds,—and provided with a telescope-sight, and Clark’s patent muzzle. At three-quarters of a mile this weapon may be said to be entirely trustworthy for an object of the size of a man, and to have force enough at that distance to disable three men. But it is obvious that such weight and such equipments as are required for it must render it utterly useless for ordinary field-service. It becomes, in fact, a species of light artillery, and as such we are firm in the conviction that it is destined to establish for itself a reputation which will render it henceforth a necessity in the composition of an army.

      For troops of the line the weight of the gun should not exceed ten pounds. Now, if we reduce the rifle to that weight, and preserve the ratio of 1-500 as that of the ball, we reduce its range; for the momentum being, as every school-boy knows, in proportion to weight as well as velocity, a projectile which may be perfectly sure for two or three hundred yards flies wide of the mark at six hundred, and can hardly be found at a thousand. Here begins the operation of the sliding scale, in the necessity of sacrificing some degree of precision, in order to procure a weapon fulfilling other indispensable requisites for the soldier’s use. In the English and our own service, the Enfield and Springfield rifled muskets have been fixed upon as presenting the nearest attainable approach to perfection in all the desirable elements of a military rifle.

      It is out of the question to look for any such nice work with these tools as our best amateur riflemen are constantly in the habit of performing with the heavy thick-barrelled American rifle. The short Enfield is found to shoot better than the long, owing to the increased “spring” of the long, thin barrel of the latter; and the English themselves are becoming aware that they have carried the point of reducing the weight too far, and their best gun-makers are now insisting upon the fact which General Jacobs told them years ago,—that a “heavy conical ball cannot be used effectively from a long, thin barrel like that of the Enfield rifle, which is liable to great vibration.”

      The Enfield rifle, however, is a long step in advance of the old smooth-bored musket, concerning which a veteran British officer has declared his opinion that “a man might sit at his ease in an armchair all day long while another at two hundred yards’ distance was blazing away at him with a brown Bess, on the sole condition that he should, on his honor, aim exactly at him at every shot.” Per contra to this, may be stated the fact, mentioned by Lord Raglan in his despatches, that at Balaklava a Russian battery of two guns was silenced by the skill in rifle-shooting of a single officer, (Lieutenant Godfrey,)


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