A rifle.
1840. “Jesu Maria!” ejaculated the European, in a tone that might be thought to partake as much of alarm as of wonder, if the suspicion had not been belied by the flashing eye with which he instantly brought his yæger to his shoulder, while the muzzle was as quickly averted by the hand of the Mohawk striking up the barrel.—C. F. Hoffman, ‘Greyslaer,’ i. 18.
1872. I was not more than ready for him [the Indian] when he came in sight, not more than fifty steps off: I turned my old yauger loose, and he fell, holding his horse by the bridle.—‘Life of Bill Hickman,’ p. 54.
