THE REFERENDUM 
S. & W. or Colt’s pistol cartridges are within 
the reach of every sportsman. 
The .32 Special is a very accurate cartridge, 
with high velocity, flat trajectory and great 
striking energy. It ranks among the modern, 
high-power, smokeless ammunition loads. It 
permits the use of miniature loads for small 
game, or target work, a full black powder load, 
and lead bullet, or the full high-power smokeless 
load, with metal patched soft-point bullet. 
It is adapted to any game from a little red 
squirrel to a grizzly. Who could ask more? 
To my mind it is the best rifle ever placed on 
the market. There are other good calibers, 
but the ‘“‘Special” is in a class by itself. 
I have used mine on the big game of this 
province (Quebec), and we have some fairly 
good-sized deer, bear, caribou and moose. It 
shoots where I hold it, and kills what it hits 
quicker than my old .45-90 ever did, and I never 
think of raising a sight up to 250 yards. 
My advice to O. R. A. is to sell his .32-40 
H. P. rifle and buy a Special; that is, if he is 
going to do any big game shooting, and after 
he has turned her loose 6n a good big buck, or 
a moose, and the bullet has gone home, he will 
not part with the Special for any other caliber, 
nor ask why its users prefer it to the .32-40 
H. P. cartridge. W.R. D. 
Richmond, Que. 

Satisfied with His Savage 
Regarding the statement of a contributor to 
RECREATION in a recent number with reference 
to the .22 repeating Savage rifle,he clearly 
demonstrates that he understands the subject 
under consideration. I fully corroborate, from 
experience, his statement in all particulars, both 
as to his knowledge of the rifle and also the 
ammunition used. 
I have one of these rifles, and with the .22 
short or .22 Long Rifle cartridges, loaded with 
black powder (not smokeless), can make 
targets at short range equal to any gun on the 
market. 
It is equipped with Lyman rear and front 
sights, and for distances up to 20 rods cannot 
be excelled (using the long rifle cartridge) for 
squirrels, woodchucks and other small game. 
Owing to its wonderful accuracy, a woodchuck 
can be hit in the head at 20 rods without diffi- 
culty, in which case the .22 is equally as effective 
as the larger calibers. During my vacation on 
a camping expedition our guide, an expert 
rifle shot, informed me he thought the rifle was 
sufficiently large for deer shooting. 
k- To demonstrate the shooting qualities of this 
arm at too feet, off hand, I placed five consecu- 
tive bullets in a target the size of a small cent, 
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each cutting into the other. The two shots 
remaining in the magazine were fired at the 
tack, each bullet breaking a small piece from 
the tack-head. This shooting was done in the 
presence of witnesses, and will be vouched for 
if this statement is questioned by RECREATION’S 
readers. : 
Come around and try the Savage, with the 
.22 Long Rifle cartridge and black powder. 
At all reasonable distances the .22 repeating 
Savage is, all things considered, the best rifle 
for practical purposes, but the .22 long car- 
tridge, or any .22, loaded with smokeless powder 
is of no practical use. ie 52 
Hamden, N. Y. 

The Missis’s Boat 
Up in the wilds of northern Minnesota lie 
two pretty little lakes, connected by a creek, 
and both draining into a larger one. Their 
Chippewa names are, ‘‘Shing-wauk-a-mees,”’ 
which means literally ‘‘Pine Island” (but the 
Indians apply it not only to the island, but to 
the lake also), and ‘‘Kay-wy-ag-emo,” or 
“Round Lake.” On a promontory in the latter 
lake, and 25 or 30 feet above the water, among 
the pines and white birches, nestles a little log 
cottage where ‘three happy people spend their 
summers—the Man of the House, the Missis 
(that’s me) and Daughterkin. 
“The Missis’s boat” has been my pet and 
constant companion for nearly 25 summers. 
It is a little Racine boat, built to carry two ina 
pinch, but more comfortable for one. Alas! 
after all these years of service she is beginning 
to show signs of age and decrepitude. 
For the last four or five years the Man of the 
House has strenuously objected to my using 
the old boat another season. “‘It is a perfect 
wonder you don’t go through the boétom every 
time you step into it.” But each recurring 
spring do I carefully bind up her gaping 
wounds. Each spring have I tenderly stuffed 
her seams with oakum and. candle wick—and 
the holes where the nails have dropped out 
with putty. Over the worst abrasions have I 
each spring nailed little tin patches, cut from 
tomato cans, and given my boat two good coats 
of paint, inside and out. - 
But this last spring, alas! nothing would 
stop the leaking. Even a week’s scraping didn’t 
make her watertight. In despair I appealed to 
the Man of the House, who said I had used 
every kind of gum’ stickum he could think of, 
