Judge Reeves was a tall, thin man, whose long hair and beard were silvery white, yet his stature was erect and vigorous.  It was always said of him that he was the most dignified man in the State of Missouri, and that he carried this formality into every detail of his daily life.  The story ran that each night, when he and his aged consort retired, they stood, each with candle in hand, on either side of the great bed which all their married life they had occupied in harmony.  She, formally bowing to him across the bed, said “Good-night, Judge Reeves”; whereat he, bowing with yet greater formality, replied, “Good-night, Mrs. Reeves.”  Each then blew out the candle, and so retired!  I cannot vouch as to the truth of this story, or of the further report that they carried out their ceremony when seating themselves at table, each meal of the day; but I will say that the appearance of this gentleman would have given such stories likelihood.

We uncovered as the judge approached us, and he shook hands with us in the most solemn way, his own wide black hat in his hand.  “A—­a—­hem, gentlemen,” he said, “a somewhat unusual situation for one on the bench—­most unusual, I may say.  But the Court can see no harm in it, since no law of the land is violated.  Neither does the Court hold it beneath the dignity of its office to witness this little trial of skill between gentlemen.  Further speaking, the Court does not here pass upon questions of law, but sits rather as jury in matters of ocular evidence, with the simple duty of determining whether certain flying objects fall upon this or the other side of that certain line marked out as the boundaries.  Gentlemen, I am, a—­hem, yours with great pleasure.”  If there was a twinkle in his eye it was a very solemn one.  I venture to say he would have lost no votes at the next election were he up for office.

“Is the case ready for argument?” presently asked the judge, benignly.  Williams and Stevenson both replied “All ready.”

“I suggest that the gentlemen place their ammunition and loading tools upon the head of the cask at my right,” said the judge.  “I presume it to be understood that each may employ such charge as he prefers, and that each shall load his own piece?” The seconds assented to this.  Of course, in those days only muzzle loaders were used, although we had cut-felt wads and all the improvements in gunnery known at that time.  My weapon was supplied me by Captain Stevenson—­a good Manton, somewhat battered up from much use, but of excellent even pattern.  Orme shot a Pope-made gun of London, with the customary straight hand and slight drop of the English makes.  I think he had brought this with him on his travels.

“Shall the firing be with the single barrel, or with both barrels?” inquired our referee.  In those days many American matches were shot from plunge traps, and with the single barrel.

“I’m more used to the use of both barrels,” suggested Orme, “but I do not insist.”