I have a couple of articles coming out next year. Two will appear in Muzzle Blasts and two in Muzzle Loader. Only two articles (one each) will concern blackpowder riflemen in battle. But enough chest beating. You guys are here because Bedtime Stories is about blackpowder riflemen who make terrific shots under battlefield conditions. Marine Sniper Carlos Hathcock became aware that it was dangerous to develop a pattern. If the enemy learns your pattern, he can select the time and place to his advantage. Roger's Rangers Major Robert Rogers didn't go so far but he cautioned against following the same route back from whence one came. He figured he avoided ambushes that way. In this following tale, we learn how one old Sybil Wa-oh sharpshooter paid for his pattern. "There is now, immediately in the open field in front of us, a rifle pit, wherein sits an old gray hair Berdan sharp shooters, who has been detailed to locate the spot in the chimneys whence, at long intervals, comes the unnerving shot that has done so much damage to our people. Although the old man has been two days on this duty he has of yet to find the man who so safely conceals himself... Patience & persistence paid off for the old Berdan sharpshooter. Our story continues: "Well, he actually succeeded in killing the rifleman hidden there - his body, which proved to be that of a nigro, was found in the fireplace just as it had fallen." (Gary's note: spelling is that of the letter writer's). The old Berdan man, however, lost his life also, for as was often his custom, upon staying out all night in the pit for the avowed purpose of 'catching the early bird,' he was found the next morning, still in his pit, but with his throat cut and his rifle gone. Someone was bold as he had stolen in upon him during the night and murdered the poor old fellow." And that's the Bedtime Story for this week. BTW, if you haven't done so, go to Rambling Anecdotes for some stories (not sharpshooters) from the days when blackpowder provided the only *bang* around.