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RECREA TION. 



Club, of St. Catharines, Canada, placed an 

 installation of the gas in its studio (one of 

 the finest equipped galleries in Canada) and 

 has, for the past few months, been carrying 

 on extensive experiments. Several of the 

 members now assert that artistic and beau- 

 tifully lighted portrait studies can be as 

 readily made with this light as by daylight. 

 Of course the gas is not powerful enough 

 to allow snap shots, in the studio, as neces- 

 sary for children or nervous people ; but 

 for all adults who can allow from 3 to 5 



seconds exposure magnificent results can 

 be obtained. 



On the opposite page is shown a portrait 

 study, made by Mr. J. T. Groves, one of 

 Canada's most expert amateur photogra- 

 phers, using acetylene gas as the illuminant. 

 It is altogether probable that the next few 

 months will find acetylene gas introduced 

 into every up-to-date gallery in the country, 

 especially as an installation of acetylene 

 costs but little and, used intelligently, it is- 

 as safe as any other gas. 



HOW THE BIG RAM WAS KILLED. 



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" I have killed a great many mountain 

 sheep," old Scotty MacDougall wrote from 

 the Selkirks, to a friend in Tacoma, " but 

 this is the craftiest old ram I ever under- 

 took to corral. I have followed him no 

 less than 500 miles, from one range to an- 

 other. He has left the band and gone off 

 by himself; and always when I get sight of 

 him he is out of range, standing across on 

 some peak, looking at me. 



"I have tried many long shots at him; 

 have seen the snow fly, close to him, at 

 times; but have never yet hit him. I have 

 had to almost stand my old 40-90 Ballard 

 on end to make it reach that far " (meaning 

 he had to hold so high above the game). 



Finally, after the old man had been after 

 this sheep 2 or 3 months, he wrote again: 



"Well, at last I've got the old Ellick! 



I've had a of a time following him. 



I've grown 20 years older, and my hair has 

 turned white, on the trail of the old Turk. 

 How did I get him, you ask? Well, it was 

 this way: 



" I had been after him so long he seemed 

 to have got disgusted with life — tired, poor, 

 and pretty well worn out; so he did not 

 travel so far, when I jumped him, as for- 

 merly; but would sneak up among the 

 highest peaks and glaciers and hide. So I 

 was able to get closer to him. Still, I could 

 get only a glimpse of him; then he would be 

 out of sight again. The only time I could 

 ever see him standing was when he was safe 

 across some great canyon, out of range. 

 Then, as long as I would stand and look at 

 him, he would not move; but the minute 

 I undertook to make a sneak, or to back 

 track, so as to make a circle, he was off. 

 Then, when I got over near where I had 

 seen him, he would be back on some other 

 peak, near where I started from, looking 

 for me to come up where he had been. 



" Well, I got gray headed thinking how 

 I could fool him. My partner hunted with 

 me several days. Then he got disgusted 

 and quit; for when 2 of us hunted, this old 



ram would keep right on the jump and 

 would travel clear out of the country with- 

 out stopping; never giving us a chance to 

 make a sneak on him. 



" Finally one day, after I had travelled 

 about 20 miles after him, always to see him 

 just out of range, I was plumb worn out, 

 and had about made up my mind to quit 

 him. I was away' up on a peak, sitting on 

 a rock taking a smoke and looking at old- 

 Ellick. (I had named him ' Smart Ellick.') 

 He was across on another peak, as usual,, 

 about 500 yards away, looking at me and 

 taking a nip of grass or moss, once in 

 awhile; but all the time keeping his weather 

 eye on me. 



" We had now got well acquainted and 

 often entertained each other in this way. 

 We had some nice social visits, at long 

 range, but the ram was always very atten- 

 tive. While I would rest and smoke, he 

 would eat brush. When I got ready to go r 

 he was always ready. 



" Well, as I said, I was lying on the 

 rock smoking and watching old Ellick. .1 

 noticed that when I would make a move,, 

 even to take off my cap, he would notice 

 it; and a thought struck me. ■ Now El- 

 lick,' I said, ' I will just fool you once, for 

 luck!' So I took out my hunting knife, 

 cut a limb, made a cross piece and planted 

 it on the rock. Then I took off my old 

 blouse and my fur cap, and dressed up' 

 my scarecrow, keeping carefully behind it 

 meanwhile. 



" Then I rolled off the rock backward, 

 out of sight, leaving old Ellick looking at 

 my old cap and wondering, I suppose, what 

 in the dickens I was doing. I went down 

 the hog back, out of sight; got the wind 

 in my favor, made a circuit and came up 

 within 75 yards of old Ellick, and for the 

 first time found him where I had left him. 



" I have killed bear as big as a covered 

 wagon, and never was excited; but when I 

 saw that old ram there, watching the old 

 coat, I was plum rattled. I could not have 



